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katnisspeetaprim · 2 months

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Father Figure

Lucifer Morningstar/Platonic!TeenReader

Summary: You'd had a hard time in the sort while you'd been alive, so when your new boss shows you kindness like you've never seen, you can't help but be suspicious...

Warnings: Platonic relationship, teenage fem reader, implied drug use, implied sex work, implied underage sex, dead beat parents, assault, swearing, panic attack, crying, angst, fluff A.N; not sure if I will write a part 2 yet, see how this does!

Word Count: 3102 Hazbin M.list

Hell was a scary place for someone like you. Being a teenager in Hell was less than ideal.

Your parents were useless, always too coked out of their minds to care for you, so you left.

Due to your unfortunate circumstances, you had to resort to some... less than kosher means to survive. It was awful, but it’s all you could do.

One night, one of your clients wouldn’t take no for an answer so when you tried to fight back, things went bad for you.

So here you were.

Luckily, under princess Morningstar’s new work programme, all new sinners would be provided with a job to get them started, if they accepted the help that is. And that’s how you came to be the King of hell’s live in maid.

You’d finally found your way to the mansion, after getting lost multiple times. You felt somewhat intimidated as you stood before the large doors. It just now hit you that you’d be working for the devil himself. The thought made your blood run cold. Why would they give such a high profile job to someone like you? Maybe because you wouldn’t be able to cause any trouble? Either way you couldn’t back out now.

Swallowing back your nerves, you raised a hand and knocked on the door.

Almost immediately the door swung open to reveal a short man, who seemed a little too keen to interact with you.

‘Why hello there! Something I can help you with?’... Was he waiting by the door?

‘I uh- I was told to come here to work?’ You handed him your work certificate, and he quickly scanned it over before breaking out into a smile.

‘Wow! I didn’t expect to get someone so soon!’ It was only after Lucifer read the paper, did he properly look at you. His smile faltered slightly.

‘Uh sorry to be blunt, but you look a little... young?’

‘Well I’m 16.’ You laughed nervously. ‘Is that not ok? I promise I’ll be a good worker!’ Lucifer frowned deeply at your sudden panicked rambling.

It wasn’t uncommon for people to die young, but to end up in Hell?

He knew Earth could be a terrible place, but what could you have done at such a young age to end up here.

‘No no! Just me thinking out loud haha.’ Lucifer quickly backtracked. ‘Please come in.’ He moved to allow you to pass by, now smiling again. You entered, realising you were only slightly shorted than him as you passed by.

Maybe working for the Devil wouldn’t be as scary as you thought.

‘You have no idea how long I’ve needed a maid. I hate cleaning!’ He sighed out dramatically.

Over the coming months, you’d settled well into your job. You suppose you had it easy when it came to jobs in Hell. Cleaning was pretty easy.

Lucifer mostly left you to your own devices, thinking you wouldn’t want to hang out with an old man like him, but that didn’t mean he didn’t make an effort with you.

The first time he approached you in the middle of the day, was to gift you a mobile phone.

‘Hey!’ He slid up to you out of nowhere, making you jump out of your skin. ‘Realised you don’t have a phone! Can’t check in if you don’t have one of those!’ You weren’t used to receiving gifts with no strings attached, But Lucifer didn’t seem to have ulterior motives, so you tentatively accepted.

‘Oh! I’ll even give you my daughters number! You two will get on like a house on fire!’

Another encounter was on an evening. Lucifer was finishing up his supper, when he aught sight of you scurrying round the foyer. He called out for you to come over.

‘Have you eaten yet? It’s getting pretty late...’ You couldn’t help but feel touched that he was seemingly looking out for you.

‘I still have a lot to do... I’m a little behind today...’ You trailed off, worried about being scolded for being tardy.

‘Nonsense! Please join me, there’s way too much for just me anyway.’ Lucifer insisted, jumping up and pulling a chair out for you.

‘Are you sure that’s ok?’ You asked, still a little reserved of his kindness.

‘Of course! Always happy for the company.’

Lucifer could read you like a book. He knew you were still nervous and skeptical of him, but he couldn’t blame you. He still didn’t know the circumstances for you to end up in Hell, plus you were so young, it would take a lot to trust.

Even though you worked for him, Lucifer couldn’t help but feel protective of you.

One of the more recent incidents, was when you got hurt.

The house chef was running out of ingredients, so he asked you to run out and grab them. You happily agreed since you didn’t really have any reason to leave the house otherwise.

Ok. Maybe you’d gone a little over bored, you thought as you juggled the heavy bags in your arms.

‘Hey baby! Need some help with those?’ You looked over and saw a group of 3 men leering at you. You smiled nervously and said ‘ No thank you.’ Before turning round, hoping to get away without any trouble.

‘Hey do you know who your talking to? Don’t be rude!’ One of the men grabbed your arm, causing you to drop your bags.

‘Don’t touch me!’ You screamed out, trying to pry your arm from his grip.

‘We were just offering to walk you home lady, but if you want to get down here, that’s fine by us.’ The second man sneered at you with a smirk as he grabbed your face hard.

Your eyes widened at his words. You were now struggling even more, to no avail. The final man cam up behind you and grabbed your other arm in an attempt to keep you still.

‘Stop struggling will ya!’ The man in front of you spat out, shaking you by the arm. He shook you so violently, that the long sleeve of your dress began to rip. You took advantage of this. Pulling your arm back so hard, your sleeve came off in his hand.

The attacker behind you hadn’t been expected you to fall backwards, so he lost his grip on your arm, giving you just enough time to book it in the direction of Lucifer’s home.

You could hear them running and shouting after you, but you didn’t look back. It wasn’t far now. You just had to make it back to the house and you’d be safe.

Bursting through the main doors, you immediately fell to your knees and cradled your head in your hands as you hyperventilated.

‘Y/N!? What the Hell happened?’ Lucifer had heard the slam of the door so he came out to investigate. He hadn’t expected to find you having a panic attack in his entrance hall.

He was kneeling by your side in an instant, placing a comforting hand on your back. As he looked closer at you, he saw that your sleeve was ripped, with a bruise forming round your wrist. When you looked up at him with wide, teary eyes he also clocked some bruises on your jaw.

Lucifer’s eyes immediately darkened.

‘’m sorry I-I lost the groceries...’ You stuttered out with a shaky voice. Lucifer’s face immediately contorted.

‘Y/N I don’t give a damn about the groceries! I want to know who did this to you.’ Lucifer was aware of how angry he sounded, but he was honestly offended that you thought he cared more about some groceries than you.

You cowered slightly at his raised voice and Lucifer felt bad. He took a deep breath to calm down before speaking again, much more softly this time.

‘Please Y/N, I need to know who did this.’

You looked up to him and you could see the genuine concern in his eyes. You tried your best to get your sobs under control so you could speak.

‘There was a-a group of three rough looking guys not far from here...’ Lucifer groaned internally. He knew exactly who you were talking about.

They were a group that had been causing trouble round the are for a while now, but he never had a good enough reason to get rid of them... Until now.

Lucifer stood and extended a hand to you with a smile. You hesitantly took his hand and he helped you to your feet.

‘Go get cleaned up ok? I gotta go out for a while.’ He ushered you towards your room.

‘Ok...’ You trailed off sadly.

‘Great!’ Lucifer grinned widely at you as he opened a portal. He stepped through before leaning his head back out to address you.

‘And I don’t want to see you doing house work when I get back, kay?’ he tipped his hat before dashing back through. Then the portal closed.

‘Evening gentlemen.’ The three men from earlier swiftly jumped up from their card game, to see Lucifer leaning up against the wall, blocking the exit to the alley. They all immediately shrunk back when they saw it was him.

‘oh your majesty... What brings you to our hideout?’ Lucifer started to slowly walk into the alley, never tearing his eyes away from the men, making them even more on edge.

‘Uh-sir?’

‘So you think it’s fun to assault kid’s huh?’ Lucifer spoke in an eerily calm voice. The men looked at each other, now sweating profusely. They all immediately tried to deny the accusations, but Lucifer wasn’t having it.

‘Keep your filthy mouths shut!’ His demonic form began manifesting as his anger grew. ‘You dare lay your hands on someone I care about!?’

The men were no longer tough bullies, but now reduced to a quivering mass with their backs to the wall as Lucifer stalked forwards.

A smirk appeared on his face as he narrowed his eyes at the men.

‘What do you say I give a demonstration of how Hell got it’s reputation?’

Screams echoed from the alley. People knew better than to intervene.

Lucifer returned home not much later, making a bee line for your room straight away.

He was about to knock on your door, when he heard faint crying coming from the other side.

He looked down remorsefully. Maybe he shouldn’t have left you alone. He composed himself and knocked. The sobs went quiet and he heard a meek, ‘come in.’

As he entered, he noticed you’d changed from your maid outfit and now wore your pyjamas and dressing gown.

‘Hey Y/N, you feeling any better?’ He came to sit next to you with a comforting smile.

‘I guess so...’ You replied, though the defeated look was still evident on your face.

‘Well golly! I have something to turn that frown upside down!’ You were startled by his sudden energetic proclamation. ‘Ta-da!’ He pulled a small duck from his coat pocket and proudly presented it to you.

You looked over the duck, which had obviously been made to resemble you by giving it some of your features.

As you looked at the little yellow duck, something inside of you snapped. Without warning, you batted the duck from his hand and jumped up in a fury, scowl painted across your face.

‘Why are you acting like you care about me!?’ Lucifer jumped up as if you’d burnt him, his hands out in front of him as a peaceful gesture. He was stunned at your sudden outburst.

‘Y/N, I don’t thi-‘

‘Don’t try and lie to me! Nobody’s ever cared about me!’ You cut him off. You were getting more irate as you broke down into hysterics again.

Lucifer didn’t know what to say. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t find the words to speak.

When he didn’t answer, it only made you more angry.

‘What do you want from me!?’ You screamed at him, tears flowing down your face. ‘Is it sex? Is that what you want from me, just like everyone else!?’

Lucifer audible gasped at your outburst and took a step back to show he meant no harm.

‘Whoa kid! I don’t want anything from you! Especially not...’ Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to say it. Everything began to fall into place for him now. So that’s what you had to do back on Earth.

He was angry that you accused him of being that disgusting, but not at you. He could never hate you. He was angry that there were people on Earth that thought it was ok to take advantage of a child like that.

You froze in place. The way he was keeping his distance, the way he was making himself look small so as to not intimidate you... Then there was his eyes. They were sad.

They bore into you, as if he were pleading with you to believe him. He wasn’t lying.

Your eyes stung with tears and your face heated up as you looked away, embarrassed by your outburst.

Lucifer wanted to comfort you, but he also didn’t want to spook you, so you needed to make the first move.

You mumbled something under your breath he couldn’t quite hear.

‘I uh, didn’t catch that...’ You squinted your eyes and let out a shaky breath, as if hyping yourself up to repeat what you had said.

You looked him dead in the eye, face hard as you repeated yourself.

‘I said I wish I were your daughter! My life would have been so much better.’

Lucifer was gobsmacked. He really hadn’t been expecting that. When he really thought about it he realised he shouldn’t be that surprised at all. He knew you had to have a rough life, and with how welcoming and caring he’d been to you, he should have know something like this would manifest.

The more Lucifer thought it over, the bigger his hear swelled. You thought so highly of him, that you wanted him to be your dad, or fatherly figure at least.

It seemed that Lucifer took a few moments too many to digest this information, as you turned away from him abruptly. He could see you shaking.

‘I’m sorry....’ You whispered.

Lucifer was snapped back to reality by your voice. You were clearly still upset, but he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across his face.

He made his way over to you and gingerly placed a hand on your shoulder, so as to not startle you, but you still flinched at the contact.

‘Y/N... You’ve nothing to be sorry for.’ Lucifer spoke so softly that it took you off guard. You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was smiling.

‘It wasn’t till recently that I repaired my relationship with Charlie.’ You were rooted to the spot as you listened intently to what he was saying. ‘ I wasn’t there for a long time, and I truly regret how much time I missed with her.’ Your face was cast down as you hung onto every word.

You felt so stupid bringing this up. He already had a daughter that he loved, so you would just get in the way. Maybe this was his way of letting you down gently.

Lucifer moved to stand next to you, with his arm now across your shoulders. As you looked up to him, you were stunned to see him smiling. You almost passed out at his next words.

‘But maybe I can be there for you.’ More tears started to stream down your face, but this time they were tears of joy. For the first time in a long time, you felt truly happy.

Flinging your arms round his torso, you buried your head into his chest as you clung to him for dear life.

Lucifer happily returned your embrace and lay his head a top yours.

‘I’m sorry we couldn’t get here sooner.’ He soothed as he stroked the top of your head. You pulled back and looked up to him with a slight laugh.

‘You mean I should have died sooner?’ Lucifer cringed and pulled away, playfully throwing his hands up in the air.

‘Well of course it’s gonna sound morbid if you say it like that!’ You both laughed together and you wiped the tears from under your eyes.

Something caught Lucifer’s eye from across the room. It was the small duck he’d previously offered you.

You watched without a word as he retrieved the gift. He stood before you and offered it once again with a wide grin. This time you gratefully accepted.

Cupping your hands round the small toy, you held it up next to your face.

‘Great likeness.’ You joked and Lucifer snorted out in laughter.

‘I’m glad you like it! You know when you knocked it away, I thought you were highly offended with how I portrayed you, so good to know that’s not the case!’ He teased and gae you a thumbs up.

‘Thank you.’

‘Well.’ Lucifer spun round, making his way to the door before pausing to speak over his shoulder. ‘Thanks to todays surprising turn of events, I need to hire a new maid.’ He paused for a moment before turning back round to fully face you. ‘Can’t have my honorary daughter run ragged , now can I?’

Later that night after both of you had taken some much needed time to calm down, Lucifer had made you sit at the dining table, whilst he served you for a change. Once you were both settled, he took the opportunity to press you a little.

‘So did you ever reach out to Charlie like I said a while ago?’ You chuckled nervously and rubbed at the back of your neck.

‘I didn’t really think it would be appropriate.’

‘Ah come one now, I was the one who bought it up! Plus I think it would be good for you.’

‘How so?’ You titled your had curiously and Lucifer sank back into his chair with a breathy laugh.

‘Charlie showers literally everyone she meets with love, and she’ll introduce you to loads of new friends.’

‘But-‘ You stopped yourself, really thinking weather or not you should even ask. ‘Will she even want to meet me?’ Lucifer’s face softened into a warm smile. He knew exactly what you were thinking. You were scared that Charlie would want nothing to do with you, considering the way you saw him now.

He sat up and reached over, giving your shoulder a comforting squeeze.

‘I grantee it.’

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nostalgicish · 4 months

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A scene from love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling by artimess_chimes (@x-soapbox-x here on tumblr !)

Genuinely I love sooo many of their works and I highly recommend reading their stuff ! and the title for this one??? are you kidding me?? it’s SO clever

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linawritestwst · 1 year

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(a very late valentine's day special) how twst characters would fall in love with you!

okay, so when i created this blog last year, i didn't have much time to write something for valentine's day, but i thought that i should try and write something for it this year!

at first i wanted to write something like "how twst characters would confess their love for you", i wanted it to be a reference to the "how twst characters would react to your love confession" series i made back when i just created this blog and i still only have the heartslabyul, savanaclaw and octavinelle hcs. i am sorry. but to be honest, i didn't have a lot of ideas and it was hard to find inspiration, so i decided to go with something different. but who knows, maybe i'll actually write it one day! also i know that this idea is very basic and i'm sorry.

this post has all nrc students (except ortho) + rsa and nbc characters, so GET READY BECAUSE THIS IS GONNA BE A VERY LONG POST.

also i'm having some really bad internet problems rn and even though i can use mobile data, EDITING ON MY PHONE IS A PAIN. I CAN'T DO ANYTHING. and idk when wifi will start working again and i'll be able to use my computer again, so sorry if this post looks weird, has typos and stuff like that, I JUST WANT TO POST IT ALREADY. I'M SICK OF SEEING IT IN MY DRAFTS.

heartslabyul.

riddle rosehearts.

♡ he doesn't understand you at all. you should be afraid of him, you should actually hate him for what he did and how he acted earlier. he was the first to overblot in front of you, he's sure it was quite a traumatic memory from you. and it's not like he treated you better than he treated other nrc students, he was just as willing to punish you for any "misbehavior". so why.. why do you still want you and riddle to become closer? you simply don't think that riddle actually had bad intentions, he just genuinely thought that everything will be okay if he just follows the rules and makes others follow them. so.. you don't think he's a bad person or anything like that. just someone who has a lot of issues and doesn't know how to deal with them properly. and after you say that.. riddle starts feeling very strange.

♡ falling in love with you feels so sudden, riddle doesn't remember being this interested in you when he first met you. he has to admit that he even kind of.. looked down on you back then and didn't think you were that special. though the case of you being the only magicless student here really was special. he also was angry at you because of you being so close with ace and deuce.. but now, he feels different. as he learns more about you and starts getting used to your company, he realizes that he actually likes you a lot. he even admires you, because it must be hard to deal with so much stuff as someone who's magicless he's sorry for being the first to overblot btw. he's always here if you need any help.

♡ why did he fall in love with you? well, you're certainly a very smart, strong and kind person, but the main reason was.. he was just happy to be understood by someone. he didn't expect you out of all people to forgive him, but it sure was a nice surprise. you're always here to calm him down when he's close to using his unique magic or yelling at someone for breaking the rules again, however, you don't blame him for acting like that and you say that his feelings are valid, he just has to find a better way to express them and process them. so.. it probably just feels nice to be seen as someone other than a rose-red tyrant.

ace trappola.

♡ as someone who said some pretty bad things about you and grim when you first met.. wow, it feels embarrassing to admit that he has a crush on you now. imagine making fun of a magicless human and then falling in love with them. yeah, that's ace. so, how did it happen? he's not sure when exactly he got feelings for you, it just.. happened. you two became so close, he actually couldn't imagine spending a day without you. everything just feels so boring when you're not around. pranking you or showing off to you or just talking to you makes his day, even if it's just you going "ACE D:<", he loves seeing your reactions.. and maybe, he loves you.

♡ it's hard to notice him acting any different when he's in love with you, but if you pay closer attention, you can see him blushing after you praise him for something or you can notice him asking you to hang out with him more often. he also sometimes freezes for a moment when you call him your friend, it's almost like he's asking you ".. but are you sure you don't wanna be more than friends?". but right after that, he goes back to his usual behavior and he's surprisingly good at hiding his crush on you.

♡ falling in love with you feels fun and kinda sad at the same time, because even though ace tries so hard to act confident and he claims that you love him just as much, he's actually not sure if you love him back or not. he doesn't mind being seen only as a friend, being friends with you is cool, but also.. yeah, he wants more. and he's not sure if he's ready for a serious relationship, considering what he did in the past to that girl he used to date. he knows that he would never do that to you, because you're so much cooler than that girl and you're much more interesting, but he also doesn't want to let you down. but if you do love him back.. he will try his best to treat you right, though it doesn't mean that you will be safe from his teasing and his pranks.

deuce spade.

♡ out of all the heartslabyul boys, i imagine deuce being the one to get a crush on you earlier than all the others. you're just so nice and sweet and understanding.. you also didn't judge him after you heard about his past and even said that you're proud of him for trying to change and become a better person. after that, deuce couldn't get your words out of his head and became extremely loyal to you, he's always here if you need any help and he feels so happy when you praise him or want to spend time with him.

♡ it's very easy to notice him having a crush on you, honestly. he tries really hard to hide it, but he fails and ace laughs at him every time. he can't say anything properly when you compliment him or smile at him and he starts stuttering, giggling like an idiot or he simply runs away and ends up tripping and falling. it makes him even more cute though and you can give him more attention to get more reactions like that from him or you can pretend not to notice on purpose.

♡ falling in love with you feels like something completely new and that's understandable, deuce has never experienced a feeling like this before. and even though at first it was just a very huge crush, now it actually feels like something more deep, it's like.. he really is in love with you. spending the rest of his life with you sounds scary and he's not sure if he's ready for something like this, but when he imagines it, it makes him feel soft and even kind of excited. he will understand if you reject his feelings, he has not the best past, but if you say yes to him, he will try to become the perfect boyfriend for you. he already knew that he wants to become a better person for his mom, but now he has two people in his life that he wants to change for.

cater diamond.

♡ when cater first met you, he thought you were cute but.. that was it. he didn't think much of you, honestly. don't get him wrong, he thought you were very cute and he would love to be friends with you! but.. he really didn't think that he's gonna fall in love with you later. he just enjoyed hanging out with you, talking to you, he loved the way you smile, he loved the way you laugh and.. wait, that's just him thinking you're cute, right? but not, like, in that way, right? because cater doesn't think he's quite ready to admit that he has feelings for you.

♡ cater is not sure how exactly it happened and why he got a crush on you. it's like.. he just feels more safe around you. it's like he can actually show you his real self and you won't judge him. of course, he's still not sure that you would actually be okay with him acting like his real self and he doubts that you would even like that side of his.. but for some reason he still feels like he can trust you. so he may or may not drop a few hints that make you go "cater. dude. are you okay." no, y/n, he's not okay, this poor man needs a hug.

♡ falling in love with you feels exciting and terrifying at the same time. cater feels truly happy when he's with you, he manages to forget about his problems at least for some time and his smile looks a lot more sincere than usual. but he's also.. scared. he doesn't think that you will love him back once you find out about his real personality, maybe you will accept it, sure, but would you really want a boyfriend like that? honestly, he should be grateful for you wanting to spend time with him even when he's being his "fake" self. he shouldn't ask so much from you, he should thank you for even just being friends with him. so whenever cater hears you laugh at his jokes, he feels genuine happiness but only for a second before he remembers that you will most likely never love him as much as he loves you. or will you?..

trey clover.

♡ just like cater, trey thought you were a nice person, but he didn't think you were.. you know.. his future love or something like that. he thought you were cute and he was always there to suggest his help if you needed it, but he really just thought that you two are gonna be friends and that's all. okay, maybe you two will be close friends. like, very close friends. but that's it. trey gave you so much attention and he had a habit to get a little bit too worried about you for no reason at all, but he thought that you're just.. well.. another younger sibling figure to him (your actual age doesn't matter). why else would he care so much about you?

♡ but oh no. it looks like you're actually something more to him. you're not just another younger sibling figure going "trey, i need your help!! ><". he would seriously think that he just likes you platonically and if it wasn't for cater, he would never realize that he actually likes you romantically. so what if he blushes a bit when you compliment his baking. so what if he thinks about you so often that it distracts him from his vice dorm leader duties. so what if he imagined spending the rest of his life with you- okay. okay, he understands what cater means now. maybe he really is in love with you.

♡ falling in love with you feels confusing for sure, but it also feels soft and sweet. trey may be a local mom friend who's always here to help his underclassmen out, but he has no idea what to do with his own feelings. should he just confess to you already or should he wait a bit? wait, do you even love him back? he has so many questions but almost no answers. but if you do love him back, trey will most likely notice it eventually. he's a smart boy, he had no idea that he actually has romantic feelings for you, but if you have a crush on him, he will definitely find out about it and when he does, he might start teasing you even more often.

savanaclaw.

leona kingscholar.

♡ oh boy. this guy definitely didn't expect to fall in love with you. no, he didn't expect to even become friends with you. you were just a weak little herbivore to him, nothing special, nothing out of ordinary. you were very a bit annoying sometimes too. but when you started saying things like "i want to get to know you better" or "i want to talk to you more".. that's when leona got very confused, though he didn't show it. why would you say things like that? what do you even want from him? is it because he's a prince? oh well, sorry to disappoint you, but he's actually a younger- "i just want to know why you're so lazy all the time.".. okay, this wasn't the answer he expected. he will tell you to go away, but don't pay attention to that, he's actually more interested in you now.

♡ leona just can't understand why you're like this. why do you spend so much time with him? why can't you just let him nap in peace? he actually jokes about you having a crush on him once and he expects you to go "h-how can you say things like that so casually!..". but you manage to surprise him again. "well what if i do? what are you gonna do then, huh?" okay, maybe he did underestimate you a little. just a little bit. you're slowly becoming more and more interesting and he hates to admit that he wants to know more about you. why? well.. he wants to know why you're so annoying all the time.

♡ falling in love with you feels weird, but also surprisingly entertaining. leona never knows what you're gonna do next and for some reason he even finds it exciting. he somehow manages to act like a tsundere and flirt with you at the same time. yes, he will go "ugh, why do you have to ruin my day like this" whenever you step on his tail while he's asleep, but he also will say things that make other savanaclaw students think that he's about to confess his feelings for you OR you two are actually already dating. does he know that he's in love with you though?.. he will need some time, but he will eventually realize it. and he's not gonna be happy about it.

ruggie bucchi.

♡ ruggie didn't really pay much attention to you at first, but he has to say that you're really fun to mess with. he never gets bored of seeing your reactions and sometimes he would steal stuff from you just to make you look at him. he knows that it probably sounds weird, but don't worry, he definitely doesn't have a crush on you, haha.. hey, why are you being so kind to him? why do you cook/buy food for him? why do you keep asking him if he needs any help? ah, maybe you just want a favor from him? you want him to help you with something, don't you? why would you have any other reason- "i'm just worried about you, that's all." oh no. oh no he's about to catch feelings.

♡ your kindness scares ruggie a bit, but he also keeps wanting more. he doesn't understand your motives, he doesn't understand why you're so worried about him. you just say things like "oh, i thought you were tired from doing leona's job all day" or "i thought you looked tired, so i just want to help you out, if that's okay". they may sound like nothing special, but ruggie feels weird whenever he hears you say stuff like that. he just jokes about you being too pure for someone like him, but he's actually kind of serious about it. are you sure you want to be friends with him? or.. maybe you're actually in love with him? don't worry, he's just joking around~

♡ falling in love with you feels fun at first, but it slowly starts becoming more and more scary when ruggie realizes just how deep and strong his feelings are. it's not just a small crush, he really is in love with you. he can't stop thinking about you and not a day passes without him wanting to see you. it feels strange to be treated so well without any reason at all, but ruggie just can't say no to your kindness. even though he keeps trying to make it look like it's nothing serious and you're just friends, he's actually this close to crying because he feels like he will never have a chance to be with you and you will never love him as much as he loves you. why would you even have feelings for him anyway?

jack howl.

♡ savanaclaw boys wouldn't find you that special when they first meet you and jack is not an exception. he thought you still have a long way to go and you have to put more effort in what you do. he also thought you looked too weak and "fragile", so he made sure to remind you to train more often, if you can, or to just take better care of yourself. i-it's not like he's worried about you. it just bothers him that you always look so tired all the time and it doesn't look like you get enough sleep too..

♡ however, you manage to impress jack and he's surprised to find out just how hardworking you really are. no matter what happens or how hard your life in twisted wonderland may get, you still try to achieve your goals. sure, you may whine a bit and say that it's unfair for a magicless human like you to go through so much, but you still do what you have to, no matter how weak you look. jack sure finds you more impressive than leona and he doesn't even notice how fast he starts to admire you and even fall in love with you.

♡ falling in love with you doesn't feel like something special because jack isn't even aware of his own feelings at first. he just thinks you're very cool and he respects you a lot and wishes to help you whenever he can. he just always wants to be by your side and support you when you need it. you're much stronger than he thought you were when you two just met, but he still thinks that in a world like twisted wonderland.. you deserve to be protected. and he's more than willing to protect you from whatever life throws at you. he realizes that he's actually in love with you when he notices that he feels a bit weird when you're around. this feeling is warm, but also so confusing.. and whenever you say goodbye to him, he doesn't want you to leave. b-but that's just because he admires you a lot, right?

octavinelle.

azul ashengrotto.

♡ azul didn't think you'd be that useful to him at first. it's not like he can make a deal with you or take your magic.. but still, being friends with a ramshackle prefect might actually help him in the future. so yes, he will try to become closer with you anyway. he's sure it will be easy to make you trust him, he just needs to make you believe that you can rely on him and who wouldn't want to have a friend like azul in such a scary world, especially as a human who has no idea how twisted wonderland works?.. well, it's actually not as easy as azul thought it would be.

♡ sure, you do want to become friends with him, but whenever he tries to help you with whatever you're struggling with (for a price, of course) or he tries to make himself seem as a kind person who genuinely wants to help others, you simply go "thank you, but i'm fine".. what do you mean, you're fine, y/n, he knows what crowley makes you do, just ask azul for help already! but as time passes, azul starts to notice that he actually wants to help you not because he needs you to make a deal with him.. but just because he really does feel bad for you and he wants to make your job at least a bit easier.

♡ falling in love with you feels strange and unexpected, azul wasn't prepared for this at all. he didn't think that he would actually become so attached to you, you were supposed to be another student who he can manipulate, so why do you feel like one of the most important people in his life now? he doesn't think that it's love at first, him thinking of you as his actual friend is already too much for him.. but then his overblot happens. and you forgive him for everything. and you tell him that no matter what, you accept him and even though he still has some.. um.. not so good qualities to work on, you'll be there to help him and support him. okay, maybe he actually is in love with you.

jade leech.

♡ jade thought you were an interesting and unique person right when he met you for the first time, but you were just that: an interesting and unique person. nothing more, nothing less. he would love to know more about you though, so don't be surprised if he starts talking to you more often or asking you more questions. this man wants to study you in a lab, okay. oh, and even though he sure does seem suspicious, he actually doesn't have any ulterior motives, unlike azul. he just can't go "hey, i like you, let's be friends', no, he has to act like his usual self that sometimes seems more dangerous than floyd.

♡ he doesn't even notice falling in love with you, but he sure notices becoming more interested in you for some reason. he always wants to know what you're up to, he wants to know more about your interests and he's always here if you need someone to talk to, whatever the topic is. he only starts thinking more about his feelings for you when floyd mentions jade being "totally in love with you". jade thinks floyd is just joking at first, but then floyd says that he was serious and jade's crush on you is more obvious than he thinks. and the funny thing is that.. jade is surprisingly casual about it. he just goes "oh. so i have a crush on them. okay". he never felt like this before, so he's a little confused, but it's not like he's about to have a breakdown because he just realized he's been in love with you this whole time.

♡ falling in love with you feels sweet and exciting. jade just thought you were a fun person when he first met you, but now it's hard for him to imagine his day without you. you've made him feel emotions he has never/rarely felt before. it's so unusual for him to worry about you, laugh at your jokes or be angry at someone who ruined your day. and trust him, all of those emotions are sincere. he's not pretending, you really made him feel all of this and even though he's not used to feeling this way, he can't wait to find out what else you're going to make him feel.

floyd leech.

♡ just like his twin, floyd already thought you were interesting when he just met you. he always followed you everywhere, he kept pranking you just to see your reaction and he thought that you getting annoyed with him was cute. and he found you even more interesting after he realized that even though he kept messing with you, you still let him hang out with you and didn't ask him to leave. huh, so you actually like his company, shrimpy? well, he's glad to hear that~

♡ floyd's feelings for you don't feel like a crush at all at first. he just thinks you're cute and that's it, really. but for some reason, he really hates it when he has to leave or when you don't give him enough attention. sometimes he takes a break (he doesn't tell azul anything though) from his work at mostro lounge just to hang out with you and he feels bored whenever you're not around. he has no idea why he feels like this, but.. who knows, maybe he really does like you, hehe.

♡ falling in love with you feels fun and full of surprises. floyd has never felt this way before and even though this feeling can be kinda annoying sometimes and it doesn't go away, he wants your relationship to become deeper and he wants to have more fun with you. just being friends is not enough for him anymore. you became an irreplaceable and extremely important part of his world and he hopes you feel the same about him.

scarabia.

kalim al-asim.

♡ kalim is kinda oblivious when it comes to crushes.. no, he's very oblivious. he really does believe he just likes you as a friend and even though it's true at first, as time passes, literally anyone can see that kalim treats you even better than people who he calls his friends. and considering how kind and friendly he is, this guy basically never leaves you alone even for a second and you get gifts from him every single day. he's constantly trying to come up with ways to make you happy and he thinks you have the most beautiful smile in the whole world. but yes, he definitely doesn't have a crush on you <3

♡ you and kalim would most likely have that friends to lovers dynamic. he's very easy to get along with and even though his energetic personality may be overwhelming sometimes, if he sees that you're tired or sad, he will tone it down a bit and ask you what's wrong. if you're not doing so well, he will genuinely worry about you a lot and he's okay with doing anything to make you feel better. he doesn't understand why your happiness matters to him so much, but.. maybe he just doesn't like it when someone is sad. and when YOU are sad, he feels like it's the end of the world and he has to do something about it immediately.

♡ kalim almost doesn't notice falling in love with you. he just thinks your friendship is becoming stronger and that's it. it's okay if he wants to hug you for a little bit longer, that's just because you're his best friend! it's okay if he wants to hold hands with you, he just doesn't want you to get lost and he's worried about you! it's okay if he wants to kiss you- oh. uh.. oh, you know, he means it in a platonic way! it's not like friends can't kiss each other! but if he actually wants to be more than friends with you.. would you be okay with that? wait, what is he even supposed to do with his feelings? maybe he should ask jamil for advice..

jamil viper.

♡ jamil's case is actually even worse because if kalim at least knows that you two have a good relationship and that you are friends, jamil is like "?? idk who you are to me. can i trust you. can i call you my friend". he thought you were okay when he first met you, but didn't pay too much attention to you, though he certainly appreciated you being.. you know, a more "normal" person than most nrc students (especially kalim). he actually feels like he can rely on you, honestly. he won't talk to you too much though, who knows what you're really like jamil if you're hiding something it doesn't mean that everyone around you is like that

♡ jamil doesn't understand why he feels so strange around you. at first he feels like he can trust you, even though he still tries to stop himself and tells himself that you can easily stab him in the back. and why are you so nice to him? you're probably just trying to become friends because you think that having a close relationship with someone like him could be useful, right? well, he's not gonna fall for that. and stop praising him all the time already. he told you that he's just a vice dorm leader and his abilities are not that special- wait, why does he feel good after hearing your compliments. oh no. oh no, he doesn't want you to stop.

♡ falling in love with you feels scary and jamil doesn't want to admit that he sees you not only as a friend (though he won't tell you that), but also as someone who he loves and wants to be with. you actually listen to him, you give him love and attention that he always wanted and you recognize his talents, but you still think that they are not the only good things about him and jamil is also just a very good person who deserves to be loved. jamil doesn't feel like he's ready to open up to you just yet, but he really doesn't want to miss a chance to finally find someone who will care about him as much as he cares about them.

pomefiore.

vil schoenheit.

♡ your relationship with vil definitely had a rough start. he criticized you a lot, he told you to take better care of your appearance, health and all of that. you felt like this guy hates you and tried to avoid him as best as you could. however, you were wrong and even though vil still thought that you could do better and you have some things to work on, he didn't hate you. in fact, he thought you were an interesting person who has their own talents and abilities, but they have to work on them more so that they can achieve their goals faster. so yeah, he basically tried to motivate you, but he probably didn't do a very good job.

♡ other people can notice vil giving you quite a lot of attention but not in a good way. it means that he's especially harsh on you. most students start to agree with you and think that the guy hates you, but his vice dorm leader knows that it's not true at all. rook is sure that vil is being so rude just because he believes you're better than most nrc students and he wants you to reach your full potential. but wow, it really feels like vil is almost obsessed with you. rook mentions that vil almost never stops talking about you lately and vil says that it's not true- no, rook, don't even joke about vil having a crush on you.

♡ even though vil sure has a lot of braincells, he almost doesn't notice falling in love with you as well. he really thinks he's just mad at you for not "trying hard enough", but this guy actually cares about you a lot. it may seem like he's angry at you and he hates you, but he's actually just very worried. what do you mean your sleep schedule doesn't even exist. go to sleep already, don't you know what happens to your skin if you don't get enough rest?? no, he's not worried about your health, it's just. uh. anyway, what about your hair-

rook hunt.

♡ finally. finally someone who actually knows they have feelings for you. though it may take some time for rook to realize that he's in love with you and not just admiring your beauty, he still would understand his feelings for you earlier than most characters here. he understands how romance works better than them, okay. very chad behavior of him sure, he thinks all people are beautiful in their own way, but you feel a little bit more special to him. his heart beats faster around you and he finds it hard to take his eyes off you. he never felt like this before around other students or people in general.

♡ rook would be very affectionate with you, however, he would take his time and wouldn't confess his feelings for you that early. he wants his confession to feel unique and special, he has to be prepared for that moment! he also needs some time to learn more about you. he wants to get to know you better, he wants to know what kind of person you are, how you see the world and he hopes that this way he will be able to predict your reaction to his confession. but of course, he doesn't do it just to earn your trust, he really is curious and wants to know more. you're just so interesting to him, he wants to know what exactly made him fall in love with you this hard.

♡ falling in love with you feels like a fairytale. it's so magical and exciting, rook wishes he never stops feeling this way. you are everything to him, all of his thoughts are about you and he's not complaining. he may joke about you distracting him from everything else, but he's actually more than happy and he doesn't mind being obsessed with you at all. yes, he may still compliment other people's beauty and talents, but don't worry, he has eyes only for you and he's more loyal to you than you think he is.

epel felmier.

♡ unless you make fun of his height, call him cute too often or refuse to take him seriously, epel wouldn't mind your company at all. who knows, maybe you two can actually become friends. and you do become friends! how fun! epel didn't expect to get along with you so easily, but he's more than okay with it. he's glad to have someone he can trust enough to talk about his true feelings and show his true personality to. he's more open and honest with you and he feels like you would never judge him no matter what he does or says.

♡ this feeling slowly starts turning into deep love and affection for you, though epel doesn't seem to notice that and still thinks you're just a friend to him. but he does notice feeling a bit more anxious around you now. why? well, it's like.. he wants to become better for you. he wants to impress you. h-he doesn't have a reason for that, really. he just.. wants you to notice how great and talented he really is. he wants you to praise him and smile at hiim while saying that what he did was amazing. again, he doesn't have a reason for that. totally.

♡ falling in love with you feels sweet and bitter at the same time. epel feels safe when you're around and he feels like he can tell you anything, but he's also scared that you actually don't think he's that special. he does slowly start to realize he's in love with you and that makes him feel even more scared. he needs to become a better person for you, he needs to become stronger, he wants to become someone who can protect you, who can impress you and who you can rely on. so forgive him for taking some time to work on that, he promises that he will tell you the truth when he's ready.

ignihyde.

idia shroud.

♡ idia genuinely doesn't understand why you're so nice to him. it actually scares him a little and he never knows what to expect from you. you're not as extroverted as some other nrc students, like kalim for example, but you still always run to idia whenever you see him and try to talk to him more. what do you want from him? you're just doing this out of pity, aren't you? it's okay, you don't have to give him so much attention, idia loves being alone, also he has online friends, so it's not like he's a complete loner or anything.

♡ you still try to get to know him better. you just want to help idia get out of his shell and become more confident. you don't think that being an introvert is a bad thing at all, but you still think that idia should start socializing more anyway. and you're sure that idia wants to make more friends as well, he's just afraid of being rejected. no, idia, you don't think that all these people are normies, you're just scared of them and trying to come up with an excuse so that you don't have to talk to them.

♡ falling in love with you feels sudden and predictable at the same time. of course idia shroud would fall for a person who's always there to support him and genuinely wants to become friends with him. he's affection-starved, okay? he may say that you can be really annoying sometimes, but he actually waits for you to text him or say hi to him every single day and if for some reason you can't talk to him, he feels lost and.. sad, even? please, don't leave him alone.. he knows that he's most likely too lame or boring for you, but he can't stand the thought of you leaving him.

diasomnia.

malleus draconia.

♡ i wouldn't call it love at first sight, but right after malleus met you, he knew that you're gonna become someone special to him. you didn't know anything about him. you didn't know his real name, status, his real identity. you didn't care about his reputation and you simply thought he seemed like an interesting person to talk to. he also seemed a little lonely too and you really could use a friend in a world like this, so yeah, that's how all of it started. he thought that the nickname you gave him was cute too.

♡ malleus gets used to your company too quickly. in fact, he can't imagine what he would do if you suddenly disappeared or simply lost interest in him. he got used to your kindness, to your smile, to your laugh, to your affection. his world becomes more warm and fun when you're around. but of course, he doesn't want this relationship to be too one-sided. he would do anything to protect you, help you or simply make you smile. you deserve the same happiness that you give him.

♡ falling in love with you feels soft and sweet, but also.. scary. malleus feels so happy when you're around, whenever he wakes up, he immediately thinks of you. you're everything to him. so if he loses you.. he will lose everything. he can't let you leave him. of course, he knows that you come from a different world and twisted wonderland isn't your home. he knows that you will leave him sooner or later. but.. is it selfish of him to want you to stay here for as long as possible? maybe you don't even have to leave?

lilia vanrouge.

♡ lilia thought you were cute right when he first met you. your reactions to his sudden appearances were so funny, it was hard for him to stop surprising you like this. at first your relationship dynamic was just like that, lilia kept surprising/scaring you, you screamed, he laughed and asked you to not be mad at him, he just likes your reactions too much. but as he started learning more about you, he realized that there are so many things he likes about you and it's not just you being an adorable scaredy-cat.

♡ for some reason, even though you wouldn't be able to tell from his behavior, lilia feels very calm when you're around. it's like his thoughts about his past and everything that he had to go through during his very, VERY long life can finally give him a break when he's with you. he doesn't have to worry about that, he can just stay here in present. and actually, he likes staying in present much more now thanks to you. but you're so naive, so innocent, so fragile, lilia thinks it's cute but he's also extremely worried about you because of that. you weren't made for this world. no matter how much you get praised for your job as a prefect, twisted wonderland is still too much for someone like you.

♡ lilia falls in love with you slowly, but when it happens, it feels so overwhelming, lilia has no idea what to do. he knows that having a romantic relationship with you is probably not the best idea considering that you'll have to leave this world someday and even if you don't.. he also doesn't have much time left. but if it's possible, if there's at least a tiny chance of him being in a happy relationship with you, he doesn't want to miss that chance. he may not have much time left, but he would do anything to spend all of that time with you.

silver.

♡ you and silver become friends surprisingly quickly. he knows he can trust you to wake him up when he falls asleep again, even though you think he looks very cute when he's asleep and you want him to get enough rest. whenever silver blames himself for being too lazy or incompetent, you're always here to remind him that he's already doing his best and he doesn't have to be so harsh on himself. he definitely will become a great knight one day no matter what, you believe in him!

♡ your kind words and your support make silver enjoy hanging out with you too much. he lets you watch him train, he finds it relaxing to take a nap when you're there with him and you run your fingers through his hair while he's asleep. even though he seems like a chill guy, he's scared of letting his father and his master down, but he always can rely on you when doesn't feel confident enough and he needs someone to tell him that everything is gonna be fine and lilia and malleus are already proud of him. and you're proud of him too.

♡ falling in love with you feels like a dream that he doesn't want to wake up from. he never thought his life was that bad, but it surely got better thanks to you. he wants to thank you for everything you did for him, he wants to protect you from all the dangers of this world. he knows that he wanted to become a knight so that he can repay lilia and malleus, but now.. he wants to be your knight as well. no, please, don't worry about him, he genuinely wants to do it. you always give him motivation to keep going and it would be an honor for him to become someone who can always protect you.

sebek zigvolt.

♡ yeah, your relationship with sebek wouldn't be that good at first. you two would argue a lot, he would never stop calling you a "lowly human" even though he's a half-human himself. and if you even think of saying anything bad about malleus, that's it, he's this close to killing you on sight. and you did hate sebek for acting like that at first, but as time passed, for some reason you actually started finding it.. entertaining? you loved to make him angry on purpose and then you decided to start teasing and even flustering him. yes, you did flirt with him multiple times just to see what kind of reaction he would give you, so what?

♡ sebek doesn't know how to feel about you. he knows he's supposed to think you're weak and pathetic because, you know, you're a human, but.. why does he feel so weird when you throw your dumb pickup lines at him? and why he feels like he actually wants to be praised by you and he wants you to notice how talented he really is? he knows that you're most likely not being serious most of the time, but he really wants you to be serious for once. uh, he just wants to be praised by you because he deserves it and that's it. it doesn't mean he wants you to be serious when you flirt with him, haha..

♡ sebek really didn't want to fall in love with you and he didn't expect to catch feelings for someone like you, but it still happened. he just doesn't understand why you still hang out with him even though he doesn't treat you that well. and how is he supposed to react when you tease him like that? he knows he should stay serious, but for some reason he just can't control his emotions when he's around you even though he's never that good at controlling them. he also realizes that even though you're a human, you're capable of doing many things and.. ugh, he really doesn't want to say it, but you're actually just as good as some magic users. y-you still have a lot to work on though.

royal sword academy.

chenya.

♡ you and chenya first met during that one unbirthday party after riddle's overblot. you were surprised to find out that a guy from a different school (and a rival school too!) was able to get here so easily and didn't care what nrc students will think of him. and also you thought that the way he could easily appear and disappear as he pleases (or he could just stay as a floating head) was funny. so yes, this guy managed to pique your curiosity.

♡ chenya himself thought you were quite interesting and he was even more surprised when he found out that you came to rsa secretly from other students just to see him. haha, you really betrayed your own school like this for him! wow, y/n, that's something only a lovestruck person would do! but he has to admit, he likes you even more now. just what kind of person are you? you're so full of mysteries and chenya isn't sure if he wants to know all the answers or it would be more interesting to keep it this way.

♡ falling in love with you is fun and exciting. you keep spending more time with chenya no matter what other nrc students think and chenya likes to make jokes about stealing you from nrc students so that you never have to leave him. is he just joking though?.. well, it doesn't matter. what matters more is that you both always end up having so much fun and you feel so comfortable with each other that there's been multiple times when one of you was very close to kissing the other. and lately, it's been very hard for you both to control your feelings.

neige leblanche.

♡ when you first heard of neige, you couldn't believe that someone like that actually existed. i mean, someone more beautiful and popular than vil? is that even possible? and when you finally saw him for the first time.. you were a bit underwhelmed. yes, neige is definitely very pretty, he's adorable, actually, but.. is that really it? but when you actually meet each other, you find it surprising just how nice neige really is. he's very polite, he treats you with kindness and makes sure you're comfortable. oh no, he's so cute, you're about to fall in love-

♡ you actually feel kind of pathetic for getting a crush on neige. it's just.. so predictable, you're really not that special and you're not any better than his fans. you doubt that he will ever notice you, you're just a magicless human from a different world, you don't deserve to be with someone like him. but what you don't know is that neige fell in love with you right when he first saw you. not because of your appearance, even though he thinks you're really pretty, but because of your personality, the way you treat other people and stay kind and patient no matter what. it's very impressive for someone who was basically forced to stay in this world against their will.

♡ falling in love with you feels like neige's life turned into an actual romance movie, but this time he doesn't know anything about the plot, especially the ending. he sure hopes you two will get your happy ending though. neige loves his fans and he really doesn't want to make them sad, he knows that dating someone when he's this popular is not the best decision, but he really, really wants to be with you. this is what true love feels like to him.

noble bell college.

rollo flamme.

♡ you were a bit intimidated by rollo when you first met him, you just.. thought he was a bit scary, haha. but then you noticed just how kind he is to you and that even though he's polite to all nrc students, you're a special case and you certainly are his "favorite". he also was the first person who actually thought you didn't deserve to go through all of this and that it must be very scary and overwhelming for you to have no other choice but to stay in this world full of danger and.. magic. so yes, you got used to his kindness pretty quickly, even though you still had a feeling that something is not quite right.

♡ and yeah, it turned out that rollo really wasn't the best person to trust. he hated magic with all his heart and he wanted it to disappear. and it was hard for him to choose between his growing love for you and his hatred for magic, but then he managed to convince himself that he's doing all of this for your own good and in the end you'll have no other choice but to agree with him. after rollo is defeated, he expects you to hate him as much as others hate him, but to his shock.. you forgive him. you had to deal with six overblots, even though nrc students saved the day this time, it's not like they're much better than him. so yes, you think rollo still can change and you want to give him a second chance.

♡ after that, rollo's love for you becomes even stronger. he can't stop thinking about you and it's hard to tell if he's in love with you or he's obsessed with you. when you have to go back to nrc, it gets even worse and everything around rollo reminds him of you. he really wishes you could spend more time together and he wasn't so focused on his plan. he's gonna be honest, he doesn't really regret doing.. well, all that, but the fact that he could use that time to talk to you more makes him think that maybe.. maybe trying to steal everyone's magic wasn't a good idea. yes, he thinks so only because he could spend more time with you instead of taking everyone's powers. listen, he needs some time, he will change. probably. maybe.

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roomies. spencer reid x reader

content — fem!bau!reader. injured!reader. fluff. anonymous request. brief injury description. reader uses conditioner. making out.

when you no longer need your live-in doctor, you find you desperately want him to stay.

you were absolutely fuming when the unsub shot you. just one, clean through the shoulder, that caused you to fall in a twist down the stairs, spraining your ankle. the chances of both of those events occurring had to be low, and spencer assured you of the statistics to back that theory up. just bad luck. fuming.

unfortunately, it also meant your life was substantially difficult to navigate while healing. you could barely shower, cook food, unlock doors, get changed. in fact it wasn’t ‘barely’, you just couldn’t. so the natural solution was to have your best friend move in with you while you were out of action entirely.

“it’s no big deal.” he shrugged. your best friend that you harboured secret feelings for, shrugged. no big deal.

there were some challenges.

“spencer,” you huffed for the tenth time that morning, “i am not swallowing those gross fish vitamins.”

he tutted at you, “they’re cod, and they’re going to help your sprain recover. valid studies have shown-”

awkwardly, you stood and used your uninjured arm to jab him in the chest, “i don’t care if they would grow me a whole new bone, they’re gross.”

it was weeks like that, when he wasn’t on cases. harmless bickering as he fussed over you like a newborn. but despite your teasing, you were not looking forward to the day he’d be moving back into his own apartment. it was nice, having someone to come home to. it took the sting out of the loneliness you felt, and you weren’t delusional for thinking he felt that way too. as your casts and slings were eased off, the both of you looked rather dejected, confusing the nurse tending to you greatly.

spencer nudged your good shoulder, “now you can help me box up my things.”

you’d gotten used to his things, though. his aftershave in the bathroom, his chess set by the couch. even his supposedly mobile library he’d moved into your apartment. you knew how empty it was going to feel.

in fear of that emptiness, you blurted it out on the car ride home from the hospital, “maybe you should stay a bit longer.”

“yeah?” he briefly took his eyes off the road to raise a brow at you, “you think you still need help?”

“i don’t need it.” you mumbled, picking the skin around your cuticles nervously. spencer noticed, and flicked your hands apart as a silent way of telling you not to do that. still taking care of you.

he didn’t push your declaration, just nodding, “okay. how long were you thinking?”

somewhere between a bated breath and a rush of words, you pushed out, “like, forever?”

this time, both his brows jumped and he had to clear his throat to stop his voice from cracking, “really? like roommates?”

no, like lovers, “yes, like roomies. nevermind, it was a stupid idea.”

“i don’t think so. i’d love to be… roomies.” the word sounded strange, too informal, coming from him, and it made you laugh. which made him smile.

after that very spencer-esque conversation, he moved the rest of his material belongings in, and put his flat up on listings. it sold fast, and you had to wonder why he’d agreed so rapidly, considering his place was notably nicer than yours. you had to wonder why he agreed at all, though it didn’t come as a surprise to anyone else that you hadn’t been able to separate. and the rest unfolded like one of the rom-coms you forced him to watch.

you no longer needed him to wash your hair over the side of the bath, which had at first been annoying because he did not wash the conditioner out properly. but now you missed it; it had become almost a bonding experience. that became true of a lot of things you’d adjusted to in the past months. him helping you into bed, you playing the wounded card to make him watch your shows on tv.

one thing that hadn’t changed was the sheer amount of card games you two played. you knew spencer was always going to win, but you tortured yourself with it anyway. one night, you were splitting the deck as you announced, “i’ve got a new game. it’s called rummy version two.”

before he could explain all the deviations rummy had from its origin over the years, making your game not a second version but at least an eighth, you rushed on to outline the rules. you were completely making it up as you went along, and continued adding to it as you played. it was impossible for you to lose, and spencer quickly figured out that you were bullshitting. for a profiler, you had a terrible poker face.

“you’re making this up.” he stated, putting his cards down.

you leant over the table, now able to rest pressure on your arm, and challenged, “prove it.”

there was a thick tension that had arisen suddenly between the pair of you, though the more you thought, the less sudden it seemed. maybe it had been building for a while. like the blush steadily rising to his cheeks as you got slightly closer to his face.

he smirked, “you’re winning.”

“rude. that doesn’t mean i’m-”

what it didn’t mean, spencer never got to hear, because it was at that moment he surged forward to close the remaining distance between your lips. you almost fell when you two collided, but his grip had attached to your upper arm to steady you. his kiss did not relent, demanding and speaking of all the impatience he’d felt recently. you responded likewise, threading your hands into his curls as soon as you got your balance, barely breaking for breath.

spencer’s skin on yours was something you had thought about more than you cared to admit, and with the fervour he was kissing you with, you thought he might’ve experienced the same. he was almost desperate against you, hands trailing to smooth over any section of exposure he could find, before one rested on the side of your face, and the other on your thigh.

“spencer,” you gasped, pulling away to catch air in your lungs, “need to breathe.”

he nodded as though he’d forgotten that, mimicking your heavy breaths, but not taking his hands off you. you rested your forehead against his and blinked. it was starting to sink in, the line you’d just crossed together.

“do we have to tell hotch about this?” you suddenly asked.

spencer frowned, “why are you thinking about hotch right now?”

you laughed and kissed him again, quickly this time, “you’re right, let’s just…”

“yeah.”

thank god he agreed to be roomies.

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sourpatchys · 2 months

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what are your opinions on Daryl's dick size

Never in my life did I think I’d have the absolute honor to be asked for dick headcannons, but here we are!!

This honestly kinda threw me for a loop because I’ve never thought about it independently, I’ve just agreed with everyone else lmaooo

So, I hope you still enjoy— even if I’m not adding anything super substantial to the table

NSFW below the cut 18+ MDNI

A/n: please ignore how weird the columns look I have no idea why they did that, I’m on mobile rn so the interface is a little different than I’m used too when posting haha

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Daryl isn’t a super hairy guy, especially not down below. He’s never bothered to shave though, not before the world went under and definitely not after. If his body is going to grow hair then who is he to say otherwise?? It was bad enough shaving his face when he was a teen, why the hell would be put his genitals through that torture??

Realistically, Daryl’s probably supporting a good 6 inch dick maybe 6.5, with a pretty average girth at around 4.59. He’s not self conscious of his size— he never really understood why anyone would be in the first place. (That didn’t stop him from laughing at the jokes and making a few of his own in his youth through)

He’s definitely circumcised, a religious family from the south made sure of that. He has a couple distinct veins going along the sides, not aggressive looking but they’re definitely visible, and he has a slight indentation on the underside leading a beautiful stripe right up from base to tip

I don’t take Daryl as the Masturbation type, at least not often. You could definitely find soft spots and pleasure spikes that he’s never found on his own before

The head of his dick has a slightly pink hue, perfectly mushroom shaped, and his urethra is one hole (there’s no slot in the middle)

He’s always a mess after cumming, he doesn’t get off much (at least not on his own) so when he finishes he finishes hard. He’s completely pent up.

Obviously with no showers available (and Daryl in general just hating showers for some reason) he can (and usually does) have a smell of some kind, though I wouldn’t say it’s necessarily overpowering. He’d likely wash off a little before letting you anywhere near his crotch though.

He’s a grower— not a shower. Flaccid, his sick isn’t much to write home about, which isn’t something he minds— running around in the hot Georgia sun isn’t exactly fun. Least of all of you have a huge dick swinging between your legs.

He’s got a pretty tight sack— not too big or too small— which could be considered odd for his age, but given his lackluster sexual desires without a partner, they don’t really get much use. (And he’s not complaining)

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Hi guys!

The last one was a little more dark and this one is a little (a lot maybe) angsty too... Please meet jealous R and Leah 😅

I will start to work again from tomorrow so maybe I will write a little more slowly, it depends of my tiredness x)

Enjoy :)

TW : Jealousy, Angst, Swearing, Nightmare.

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4 I PART 6 | PART 7

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It’s a few days after Valentine’s Day that you find yourself alone at home, which is relatively rare. Like every Tuesday night, Leah is at her mother’s house with other people to have a family evening. You haven’t been officially introduced to the Williamsons yet, even though it would have been hard to escape Amanda. Leah’s mom comes to see almost every match of Arsenal, especially since Leah has started playing again. You don’t know what Leah told her about you, but the look she gave you when she first saw you made you blush from head to toe.

When Leah isn’t around, you can usually count on Alessia to be by your side. To chat, laugh at a bad show or simply scroll next to each other on your mobile phones. Generally one cook for the other, having established for a while a turn without really consulting yourself. But tonight Alessia is busy too and you find your apartment very empty. After calling your parents, then Leila, then Ingrid, you notice that it’s still very early but you still decide to go to bed.

You haven’t decided with Leah if she’ll join you at home when her evening is over, but she has your keys and you know she feels comfortable enough at your home to join you at any time.

After a long hot shower, you settle down with your cup of tea and a book in your bed, welcoming with pleasure the warmth of the sheets. It’s only a few tens of minutes later that you hear an awful screech on the window of your bedroom, making you jump.

Standing still for a few moments, you listen, trying to persuade yourself that it’s only your imagination. You’re in the middle of London, there can’t be someone hanging from your window, right? But as you stress level down, you hear the noise again.

Even stronger than before, causing you chills. It sounds like nails on a blackboard and you are now certain that it can only be nails against the window of your room.

With your hand shaking, you grab your phone and write to Leah. You could have called her, but if Thérèse really someone behind your curtains, you don’t want him to hear you.

From You Baby where are you?

From Leebaby 🌹✨ Crushing Grandma at Bingo 😈 Why?

From You I think there is someone behind my bedroom’s window

From Leebaby 🌹✨ What? Is it a joke?

From You No Babe, I swear. Someone’s scratching my window, I just heard it again

Your phone vibrates again in your hands signaling a response from Leah, but it’s another sound that caught your ear this time. Much less disturbing than the idea of a psychopath scratching at your window’s bedroom, you seem to have heard a meow.

Jumping on your legs, it’s with a rest of apprehension that you open the curtain a few centimeters. Two green round eyes look at you, surrounded by a total black fur. When the cat opens his mouth, you hear the same meow again and you decide to open the window to let him in. You’re on the high floors of your building and if that cat falls, you’re not sure if it survives.

Jumping in your bedroom, the cat looks calmly around him.

"Uh. Hey, man?"

You look at each other silently for several moments, before he starts to wash his paws. You blink several times because of the absurdity of the situation.

"Where are you coming from?" you ask with a frown.

You don’t know your neighbors very well, other than Alessia of course, so you wouldn’t be able to tell who in this building has a cat. That cat doesn’t look very old to you, like he hasn’t finished growing yet. And he even looks rather thin. In any case, he ignores you superbly, licking his pads with application.

As you close the window still looking at the black cat, your eyes are drawn to your phone whose screen turns on and off repeatedly. You take it, opening the messages from Leah. Leebaby 🌹✨ Go to your living room and call the police Isn’t Alessia with you? Honey? Why aren’t you answering my calls? ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE You have with that five missed calls from Leah and you hurry up to call her back hoping she hasn’t contacted Scotland Yard yet. The first ring didn’t even have time to sound in full that she has already picked up. "Y/N is that you?" "Yes. Are you in the car?" you ask with a frown, hearing cars sounds in the background. "Yes? You write to me to tell me that there is someone at your window and then I have no answer, obviously I am in my car!" Leah seems to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown and you feel terrible about it. It will now be necessary that you explain to her that your possible assailant was in truth only a ball of black fur which seems to have confused your bedroom with a grooming salon. "Oh Babe, I’m sorry. But everything is fine, you can go back to your Mom. I’m sorry I worried you for nothing" "Accept the video call" "What?" "Accept the video call!" Leah repeats abruptly and you hurry to do it. Leah’s face appears on the screen, her eyebrows frown. She’s still in her car and you look at her with a stern look. "Leah Williamson you better be parked on the side of the road" You roll your eyes when she snorts with a scornful face. "Why did you want to switch to video mode?" "To see that you are alone and that you haven’t be forced to make the call so that someone can murder you in peace" You can’t help but laugh softly when you hear her, but on the other hand the degree of worry she has for you touches you. "I told you to stop with Criminal Minds Babe" you tease her tenderly. "Show me your room"

You willingly accept, even walking around your apartment to reassure her completely. She seems to relax noticing that you are really alone and you go back to your room to sit on your bed.

"What was that noise then?"

You smile again before turning the camera of your smartphone to show her the cat, still installed on the carpet of your bedroom.

"A cat? Where the hell does he come from?" said Leah in a skeptical tone.

"I don’t know. I asked him and he didn’t answer me"

"Haha. Very funny."

You turn the camera in your direction to continue your conversation with Leah, wondering mentally if the store open 24/24 of your neighborhood has any animal food in stock.

"See? I’m fine. You can go back to your Mom and kick more ass"

********

You posted posters with the cat’s photo all over your neighborhood, without anyone contacting you to retrieve the cat. After a visit to the vet, you learn that he’s actually a female and that she’s probably not even a year old. You called him Rasmus first, so you changed her name to Raven. And you bought her a kibble dispenser, a water bowl, a litter box, some toys and a sweet confortable basket that she ignores superbly to sleep on the sofa in the living room or on the bed in the guest room.

Leah was distant in the first place towards Raven, officially because it was because of her that she believed for a few minutes that she would find you slit in the middle of your bedroom. And it’s also true that Leah grew up with dogs rather than cats. She talks about herself as a dog person.

But you caught her recently sitting on your couch scratching Raven behind her ears while watching television. You took care to immortalize the scene with your phone before going to tease her.

Raven is therefore officially a resident of your apartment and this is only a problem when you have a match elsewhere than in London. Leah’s cousin has kindly offered to come and look after Raven in your absence.

The match you are preparing for today however is at home and is a bit special for you since you are playing against Manchester City. Your old club. But it’s especially the idea of seeing your former teammates that fills you with joy, it has been far too long since you could see Leila or Laia.

They arrived a few hours before the match with their bus, so you didn’t have the opportunité to see them before going to the stadium. But it’s without masking your big smile that you find them on the field while they are in full warm-up, arriving with Arsenal’s players.

"I’ll be back!" you scream to your teammates before joining your opponents of the day.

Laia Aleixandri is the first to see you arrive and it’s her who squeezes you against her first. You give her back her hug for a few seconds, before pushing her away with a playful smile when she starts to ruffle your hair.

"It’s good to see you again!" she says happily.

You don’t have time to tell her that you feel the same before you hear Leila call your name. You don’t have time to react either before you find yourself trapped in her embrace and that she make you spin in the air.

"I forgot how extravagant you are" you joke, making them laugh.

You greet your other former teammates with a smile when Leila releases you and exchanges a few words with them. You kept in touch via messages with some, but not everyone. That said, you are sincerely pleased to see them again. You’ve been playing with them for several years, even if you’re no longer part of the same club as them.

"Don’t" you smile to Leila by pushing her hand away when she try to pinch your cheek, at the same time that you hear your name being called.

You turn around to see that it’s Katie who beckons you to join them, training apparently about to begin. With an excuse smile, you say goodbye for the moment to the others before running to your teammates.

"Are you making a deal with the enemy now?" teases Katie while putting an arm around your shoulders to train you towards the others.

"Don’t be so dramatic" you joke in return before going to position yourself naturally near Alessia and Leah.

You notice as soon as your look at her that Leah has her jaw contracted, but when you address a questioning look to her, she just shake her head and look away. Alessia shrug her shoulders when you look at her. But you don’t have time to investigate any longer, Jonas coming to give you the start for the usual pre-game exercises.

Jonas always arranges to give you a time off between the start of the match and his pre-game speech, so you join Leah at her cubby. Unusually quiet, she has her headphones in her ears and her gaze fixed on an imaginary spot on the floor. Sitting next to her, you gently lean on her to get her attention.

If her eyes turn to you, she doesn’t take off her headphones.

"Are you okay?" You ask her with curiosity, in a voice low enough not to be heard by others. "Leah?" you add when she doesn’t answer you.

You wonder for a few seconds if she hears you, but Leah finally nods.

"Sure?"

"Can we talk about this later?"

"Of course"

The smile she gives you looks more like a grimace and is far from reassuring you. But you’d rather not insist, deciding to listen to music too. Leaning against the wall, you watch Leah from the corner of your eye and smile softly when you feel her looking for your hand to interlace your fingers.

You gently squeeze her hand in yours and the smile that she addresses you is more sincere than earlier. You lean to kiss her shoulder, both of you deciding against PDA at work.

The game is pretty tight and you play the 90 minutes that the game lasts. Finding yourself marked by Laia amuses you a lot, even if she has the advantage of knowing your qualities and your defects, you manage several times to pass her to put their guardian in danger. The final result was 3-2, with Caitlin and Alessia scoring the first two goals.

It’s only in the 86th minute that you find your way to the net, allowing your team to win.

"That’s my girl!" Leah happily exclaims, pinching both your cheeks before kissing it, making you laugh.

A few minutes later the end of the match is whistled, allowing Arsenal to win three important points in the battle at the top of the ranking. As at the end of each match, you follow your teammates around the stadium, thanking the spectators for coming.

Scoring the winning goal against your old club is a strange feeling, but you are relieved to see that the different members of the team and even the staff don’t seem to hold you against it when you come to greet them. While you are in the middle of a discussion with your former coach, you feel two arms grabbing you by the waist and it doesn’t take you long to understand that it’s Leila.

"I have the same feeling of a proud mother who has just seen her child do his first mistake" Leila jokes, making you smile. "You’re still progressing, I’m sure than in less than 2 years you will have your Ballon d’or. Maybe I’ll forget you for the goal that day"

You laugh, not answering anyway. Other players from City are joining you, from Arsenal too, as Laia Codina. She also knows Laia and Leila well, having played with them for the same national team. Leila doesn’t let go of you for a single second, but you pay no more attention than that. You know perfectly well the touchy nature of Leila and you know very well that there is nothing more behind.

"Stop" you warn her by clapping her hand when she tries again to pinch your cheek.

"Why? Is it reserved for Williamson now?" she asks with a mischievous smile

"Leah" you frowns, not really liking the way Leila refers to Leah.

"I saw her more cheerful after a win actually" Chloe said, with whom you also played last season.

Surprised by her remark, you turn to look for Leah. You find her in conversation with Lia and Beth, a visibly upset look on her face. You can see that Lia is talking to her while Beth seems to agree to what she is saying, but from where you are, it’s obviously impossible to understand what they are saying.

When you go back to the locker room, not without having promised to visit them in Manchester soon, you aren’t surprised to see that some of your teammates have already left. What you didn’t expect was to see no trace of your captain girlfriend in it.

"She already went home, she said she had something to do" Alessia informs you with a sorry smile.

"Oh."

You’re having a hard time hiding your disappointment. Since she started playing again, you’ve got into the habit of going home together. Either your home or her home. Sometimes parties are organized to celebrate your victories and you go there together. When it’s not the case, you sometimes invite Lia or Katie and Caitlin to join you with Alessia for a rather quiet evening. Or you’re just the two of you. Either way, you’re always together. But once again, you’re not really together so she didn’t have anything to say to you, right?

Since you have time, you decide to shower here, trying to digest the strange sensation in the pit of your stomach. Leah didn’t write to you before she left either, you took the time to check your phone before going in the shower.

Between her behavior before the game, the surge of affection she had during your goal and her hasty departure from today, you have trouble understanding what is happening. The locker room is almost empty when you come out from your long shower, in truth there is only Alessia left.

"You, you idiot. You wanted to go back home with the subway?" replies the blonde with amusement when you ask her what she’s waiting.

It’s true that you came with Leah by car, which adds to your misunderstanding. The blonde would never left you there without bringing you back if everything was okay.

"Did she tell you what she had to do?" you ask quietly Alessia later, while you’re in her car.

After glancing at you, Alessia responds negatively shaking her head. Taking your phone out of your pocket, you send a message to Leah to ask if she’ll join you tonight. You hate this feeling in the pit of your stomach and you focus on Alessia’s breathing to discreetly layer yours on hers.

It’s only when you arrive home that you receive the answer from Leah, informing you that she will join you later. You don’t know when, but at least you know she’s coming. You’re greatfull to Alessia who choose to stay with you for diner while you both watch TV.

It’s actually much later that Leah finally joined you, Alessia has already returned to her apartment after falling asleep two times in your lap. And it has been a long time since Raven rolled herself in ball in the armchair under the window to begin her night. Leah seems to have a hard time opening the door to your apartment and when you see her coming in you quickly understand why.

"Are you drunk?" you ask when you look at her, frowning.

"No" laughs Leah before getting rid of her shoes and her bag that she leaves at the entrance.

She is definitely drunk.

"Where were you?" you ask without getting off of the couch.

It’s not like her to go out alone for a drink and you wonder what happened. Apparently she left on her own after the game, at least that’s what Alessia told you and you trust her completely on the subject.

"Oh, we’re getting inquisitive now, aren’t we?"

Leah’s tone is light, but you only have to cross her eyes to understand that something is wrong. But you still don’t understand what and it annoys you, usually you get to understand her quickly.

"I don’t understand"

You follow Leah with your eyes when she drops on the couch next to you, sighing for a long time before pinching her nose.

"Leah, what’s going on?" You ask when you turn in her direction.

"I’m Leah again now? Better and better"

You’re starting to lose patience with her behavior, but you know it’s probably not the things to show her. You feel like you’re dealing with an annoying, sulky teenager. So you take a deep breath and let a few seconds pass to allow you to relax a little before resuming the speech.

"Can you answer my questions please? Where did you went at the end of the game?"

"Home"

You honestly didn’t expect that answer given her intoxication, but you decided to believe her. Leah never lied to you in her life.

"Why didn’t you wait for me?" you ask softly.

Your disappointment is probably a little childish, so you try to hide it from Leah. She already looks weird, no need to push her to the limit with this kind of behavior.

"Dunno. You seemed busy with your friends."

"I hadn’t seen them for a long time, but you could have waved at me or come to me. I would have go with you, I didn’t realize we’d been talking for this long."

"You didn’t present me to them, I didn’t want to interrupt anything"

"I would have if you came"

Leah snorts for any answer, merely crossing her arms on her chest and staring at the television screen in front of her. You gently put your hand on her knee, always trying to figure out what’s going on in her head.

"What did you want to talk to me about later in the locker room?"

"Nothing important."

"Leah" you sigh softly, starting to be annoyed by her behavior.

"Stop calling me that!"

You’re surprised when you hear the annoyed tone she uses, watching her get up nervously to go around the couch and search something in the fridge. She also seems to be angry and you are even more frustrated not to understand why. So you get up to follow her, determined to get information that will allows you to understand.

"So stop running away from the conversation and tell me what’s going on, gosh!"

The tone of your voice would allow anyone to understand your annoyance and when Leah comes out of the fridge with a bottle of water, you can read the anger on her face.

"What do you want me to tell you? That I can’t stand a fucking poor girl touching my girlfriend in front of everyone?"

Your face becomes perfectly smooth under the surprise and that’s probably what makes Leah realize that she literally just yelled at you. It’s her who talks first, apparently completely de-alcoholized in a split second.

"Babe, I’m sorry" she makes in a softer voice, gently taking your arm in her hand, scaring by your emotionless face.

Leah imagines that your sudden muteness is related to the way she spoke to you and she fears terribly that her behavior may have reminded you in some way all that you have lived with your ex-girlfriend. She has no idea that your mind is completely elsewhere.

"What did you just say?" you ask in a low voice, looking carefully at her.

"I know, I should never have talked to you like this, I’m sorry Honey…"

While continuing to talk, Leah gently takes your face in her hands, looking at your eyes.

"No. You said girlfriend."

"Yes?"

It’s Leah’s turn to be a little lost in your conversation. She sees you looking for something in her eyes that she doesn’t understand, but you fortunately quickly resume the conversation.

"Do you consider me as your girlfriend?"

"Y/N what the hell? Yes?"

"You never asked me officially" you point out at her

"I thought it made sense given the relationship we have. We sleep together, almost live at eachother’s and I told you I’m in love with you"

It’s true that seen like this… You find yourself a little silly and even blushing. You turn away your eyes to shake your head gently. But when you turn your attention to Leah, she looks at you with a slight smile.

"Do you want me to ask you officially?" she teases.

"Stop making fun of me" you mumble, sticking yourself against her to hide your face in the hollow of her neck.

Leah puts her arms around your waist to tighten you against her, but it doesn’t prevent her from speaking again.

"Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?"

You don’t answer, but you can’t help but smile against her skin. You hear her smile when she talks and she gently pinches your ribs when you don’t answer.

"I’m waiting for an answer" Leah sings mischievously.

"Yes" you just answer, taking your face off her to look at her.

"I’m sorry I yelled at you. I shouldn’t have let my frustration take over, I swear it won’t happen again."

You acquiesce gently, preferring not to point out to her that the broken promises were a large part of your relationship with Helena precisely. Instead, you’d rather answer her something else.

"I know the difference between that and the abusive behavior she had. Don’t worry" you smile tenderly.

Leah responds to your smile with an uncertain look and you lean over her to kiss her tenderly. You feel like you’re relaxing in your exchange and you feel like Leah is, too.

"Can I take you to bed then, Girlfriend?"

You laugh when you hear her talk but you accept willingly.

********

Leah’s jealousy is something that made you happy, a kind of mark of attention and affection you never expected. This has nothing to do with your ex’s need for unhealthy control and even though you tried to explain to Leah the differences you made between your argument and your past, The amount of attention and flowers you received after that was nevertheless very impressive.

Leah stopped bringing you flowers every day but it finally became a habit for her to bring some back every Tuesday night when she meets you after her family nights. Now that Raven understands that this is not a snack for her, you sincerely appreciate having flowers that decorate your apartment.

And you appreciate more to see that this dispute hasn’t changed anything between you, on the contrary. You now know that you can designate her as your girlfriend to your loved ones and the change was not missed by anyone.

"When are you gonna introduce her to us?" your mom asked you the last time you had them on the phone.

You never officially introduced one of your girlfriends to them, and for good reason. They only needed to see Helena once to understand her and Alina was never so motivated to go up to Norway during her holidays.

"I’ll talk to her" you just said.

You haven't yet talked about your summer vacation, whether you would spend it together or whether you would spend it alone. Usually you will spend some time in Norway before flying a little further south. Last year you only had little time given the World Cup, even if you got out quite quickly.

That was the subject you wanted to discuss with Leah tonight. You’re at her home for once, usually you tend to choose your apartment to be with Raven. But you decided to cook together and her kitchen is definitely bigger than yours and more convenient for that.

You chose something simple, after looking at Norwegian recipes to please you, Leah found that most were made with fish, which she hates. So you kindly offered her homemade pizzas, which she accepted.

You were doing the dishes when Leah gets a message on her phone as you pass by. It’s only mechanically that you look at the screen, your eyes attracted by the light it projects. And you feel your stomach writhing violently when you see who just wrote to her.

Jordan Nobbs.

The name and surname are entered in the contact, leaving no doubt about the person. Although you suddenly stop in your movements, Leah doesn’t notice anything, thrown into her conversation and happily spraying her kitchen with frothy water while doing the dishes.

"Are you okay?" asks Leah curiously, realizing that you haven’t answered her for two minutes.

Her gaze becomes anxious when she turns to you and you briefly wonder what face you are making.

"Are you still talking to Jordan?" you ask, frowning.

The question seems to surprise Leah, who looks at you while frowning in turn.

"From time to time, why?" she finally answers you.

"You told me she left you down. Why would you talk to her again?" you answered with a slightly accusing tone.

"She started writing to me again after the game against Aston Villa" Leah explains, resting her sponge and a pan next to the sink.

"You no longer follow each other on social networks but you write messages to each other? It doesn't make any sense"

You have a hard time understanding the logic behind it and, as you try not to get carried away by emotions that you can’t even figure out, at the same time try to keep a normal conversation tone.

"Why do you take it like that? We’re not doing anything wrong"

Frowning, Leah also seems to have trouble understanding what’s going on in your head and it’s probably even more frustrating. Sometimes you feel like she understands you better than you. But not tonight.

"I don’t know, how would you take it if you found out I was talking to my exes without telling you?"

"Jordan has nothing to do with your ex" sighs Leah skilfully dodging your question.

Do you feel frustration mingling with jealousy and a form of… betrayal? The term may be a bit strong. Your hands shake when you put down the laundry you used to wipe the dishes.

"Of course, the perfect little Jordan is surely coming back only for a friendship." you mumble, loud enough for Leah to hear.

"Don’t talk about her like that"

"Why are you defending her?" you almost shout while crossing your arms on your chest.

Instead of answering you, Leah rolls her eyes before sighing and turning her back on you. A gesture that means that she prefers not to answer to avoid continuing the dispute that is announced, but in your mind it means that she doesn’t want to answer because she suspects that you will not like her answer.

"You know what? Go talk to your dear sweet Jordan, I’m out of here."

"What?!"

That’s how you find yourself going home with a heavy heart. Leah tried to hold you back, obviously, but you managed to leave. Maybe yelling at her at her front door that she has to leaving you alone with a bad word or two helped. Certainly.

You have to take three times to park your car on your parking space because of your shaking hands and your incapacity to stay focused. When you enter your apartment, you are surprised to see Alessia sitting on your sofa, Raven on her knees.

"Leah called"

You growl for any answer and enter your bathroom to take a long hot shower, which you do every time you feel overwhelmed by your emotions. It’s impossible for you that Jordan come back just to have a friendly conversation with Leah and you’re sure she came back to talk to her only because she saw the connection you had with the blonde. You can’t believe Leah would betray you like that. And worse, not understanding why it bother you that way.

You realize when you get out of the shower that you left your phone in your car, but you decide that you will look for it tomorrow. The parking is secure and you don’t want to go out, anyway you doubt you need it tonight. Leah won’t write to you after you yelled at her the way you did. At least that’s what you say to yourself. In reality, you have some missed call and messages from her already.

It's lying on your bed that you find Alessia when returning to your room.

"What happened?" asks the blonde after you lie under the covers and turn your back to her.

"Leah probably told you, no?"

"No. She just asked me to let her know when you got home. She seemed worried."

You snorts for any answer and let go a few seconds before answering, turning to lay on your back. Alessia doesn’t seem to be in a hurry, leaving you time. She has gotten to know you over time too.

"She's talking to Jordan again" you end up mumbling.

"How do you know?" Alessia asks softly.

"I saw when she got a message earlier. She didn’t even tell me, I have to found out myself Less"

"You asked her why she didn’t tell you?"

Alessia, always good advice, calm and thoughtful. You sincerely admire her ability to see things and her sincere way of believing that everyone is kind. She’s too precious for this world.

"… No"

"Why?"

You shrug your shoulders for any answer. You were probably too busy feeling jealous and betrayed to show common sense. Alessia quickly seems to understand what happened and passes a hand in your hair.

"Sleep and you can talk about it together tomorrow, yeah?"

You answer silently once again, nodding. You doubt you can fall asleep without Leah wrapped around you to be completely honest.

"Do you want me to stay?" proposes Alessia and you mentally note to have her build a gold statue in your future house.

"Please"

********

Despite your doubts about your ability to fall asleep, you end up sinking, exhausted by all the emotions of the evening. Your sleep is far from restorative and relaxing that said, nightmares haunting you since you fall asleep.

Until you were startled awake, Alessia shaking you like a plum tree. The last images of your dream evaporate while your eyes focus on her face and the darkness of your bedroom.

"God are you okay?" stutters Alessia and you can see the fear on her face. "You were screaming, I was trying to wake you up but…"

Fast breathing, you look around, trying to chase away the sensations and images of your dream. You sit on your bed and press your palms over your eyes with enough force to make stars appear. Only then do you realize your cheeks are wet with tears.

"What can I do? What do you need?"

It was a nightmare like you haven’t had in a long time. Since the night you confided in Leah.

"Y/N? Please talk to me" Alessia kindly said.

"Leah... I want Leah" you whisper

You don’t know if Leah was sleeping when Alessia called her, but you’re already feeling a little relieved to learn she’s on her way. You didn’t really understand the words they exchanged, focused on your nightmare. After hanging up, Alessia offered you to freshen up, which turned out to be a good idea. When you return to your room, you see that she took out clean clothes that she put on your bed.

You move Raven who had settled on your fresh clothes before putting them on. The images of your dream quickly come back to mind and it’s shivering that you go back under your sheets. Alessia not knowing if you are comfortable enough for her to see you like this, she appears just to give you a hot tea she prepared for you before informing you that she will wait for Leah in the living room. But that you can call her if you need anything, of course.

You lose track of time, your mind shaken by your emotions and memories of your dream and your past like a small wooden boat in an ocean of waves.

When you feel the bed moving next to you, it only takes a few seconds to recognize Leah’s smell. Without a word, she slips under the sheets with you, passing her arms around your waist and sticking herself against your back.

"Leah?" You mutter though, your voice barely recognizable.

"I’m here" she whispers in a reassuring tone. "What happened?"

"Nightmare"

"You wanna talk about it?"

You shake your head negatively, rather focused on your attempts to stabilize your breathing and heart rate. You’re well helped by Leah’s presence, like every time. She’s like your dream catcher. Patiently waiting for you to calm down enough to speak, she gently caresses your arm with her fingertips, whispering comforting words to your ear.

Your breathing gets slower and slower and after a while Leah must think you’re asleep. She slowly detaches from you to avoid waking you, but jumps when you turn around suddenly and grabs her arm.

"Don’t leave" you beg her as she regains her inital position.

"I’m not leaving. I just wanted to take your cup back to the kitchen. It’s okay."

If it had been someone else, or even if it had been at another time in your life, you would probably have been uncomfortable feeling so dependent on someone. But it seems to you sometimes that the universe made you wait for the right time to meet Leah and get closer. Even if you struggled the first weeks and even if you have some topics to discuss soon, starting with Jordan.

But you don’t want to think about it right now. Leah passes her hands around your waist, squeezing you against her again except this time you’re face to face. It doesn’t bother you, you take advantage of your proximity to bury your face in the hollow of her neck. It has become your thing. Leah does it every morning when you wake up and you do it when you’re tired or when you need comfort.

"Were you sleeping?" you ask after a few seconds.

"No" simply answers Leah, playing with your hair.

"Why?"

"I couldn’t"

You feel her shrug slightly and you step back a little to put your face on your cushion and be able to look at her. She does look tired, but given the face you must have, you prefer not to comment.

"Why?" you ask instead.

"I hate when we fight"

You remain silent to this answer, not knowing what to say. Her eyes are always plunged into yours when you sigh gently before looking away.

"Me too" you end up answering

The reason for your argument tonight were chased by your bad dream, but the insecurities that you may have felt at that time quickly come back to your mind. You don’t know how to approach the subject with Leah and you secretly hope that her magical power to read your thoughts will start working again quickly.

"I’ve been thinking about what you told me" said Leah, her face still a few inches from yours.

"Which part of the discussion?"

You retain a grimace, remembering very well the not necessarily very nice words you said when you left her on the doormat of her house.

"When you asked me how I would react if I heard you were still in contact with Alina or the other psycho."

"The Other Psycho" became your ex-girlfriend’s official nickname when Leah talked about her.

"I don’t think I could handle it, to be honest. And not just because they shared your life at a time, but because they hurt you and they don’t deserve any attention."

You bite your lip, looking for the best words to try to share your point of view.

"Jordan made you suffer too"

By leaving and probably without being as present as Leah could be for her when it was Jordan who was injured. You’re kind of sorry you weren’t there for Leah from the start of her injury, but at least you were there for her big comeback.

"I know" said Leah gently "I didn’t wanted to hide from you that we talk from time to time, but after the match against Aston Villa we had all this shit up and really these are only messages from time to time. The last time she wrote to me before today was for Christmas."

You only have to look into her eyes to know that she is telling you the pure and simple truth.

"It’s just… it’s Jordan, you know? People loved you together and there’s a lot of people who keep hoping that you’ll be a couple again. And she was a part of your life for a long time"

"I’m not going to lie to you" Leah begins softly, sighing before rolling on her back. "Jordan is my first love and it won’t change, but things ended between us for a reason."

The silence settles for a few seconds, during which your gaze is lost on the wall in front of you. The ease of getting lost in your thoughts makes you jump when Leah turns to you again.

"Jordan was my first love, but if I can choose I would like you to be the last. I know th… Why are you crying?"

It’s stronger than you and to admit it all, you’re probably a sentimental mess right now. You manage to tell her that you don’t know between two sobs, which makes her laugh gently before drawing you against her. You obviously let yourself be, finding with pleasure the reassurance of her arms.

"You have nothing to worry about with Jordan or anyone else, I promise" Leah adds after a few seconds.

You nod, starting to talk again once your sobs have subsided.

"We’ve been fighting a lot the last few days, already the other time with Leila and today. I don’t understand what’s happening to us. It's scare me" you mumble.

"It happens and it’s even normal when we share so much time together. I mean I love being with you, but we’re almost every minute of the day together. We can’t never fight. It doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. We just need to keep communicating as well as possible."

She's right and you know it, you don't hesitate to tell her. You feel your body finally relaxing, for the first time since you saw Jordan’s name on her phone.

"Talking to your ex too?" Leah asks after a few moments.

"No"

"Great."

You smile softly and lift your head off her chest to look at her.

"I’m sorry I yelled at you" you say, slightly frowned.

"You’re forgiven" Leah replies before stealing a kiss "What you went through with Alina is not right either, you know. She shouldn’t have done that to you."

You shrug your shoulders, not really knowing what to say. But it's true that infidelity destroys much of the self-confidence and confidence you can have in others. The beginning of your relationship with Leah can prove it.

"I don’t want to talk about her anymore" you end up mumbling

"It suits me very well. Like that I maybe won’t want to break her two legs at the next game"

You laugh softly when Leah takes you back against her, crashing your lips against hers. The weight you felt on your chest flew away and you can finally breathe properly again. You even smile, pressing your face against her jaw after the kiss.

"Maybe I’ll ask Katie to do it" Leah jokes with a dreamy look.

"Stop" you answer while rolling your eyes.

"Speaking of our teammates, I think you really scared Less" Leah continues caressing your back.

You grimace this time, feeling guilty thinking about the look and face she had when you woke up.

"I’ll apologize tomorrow"

Leah answers you with a grunt before yawning. It’s been a long night for both of you, even though you’ve got a few more hours of sleep than Leah has. You notice that she's falling asleep when you put a kiss on her cheek.

"Thanks for asking me to come" Leah mumbles without opening her eyes.

"Thank you for coming"

Leah has a new smile and opens an eye to look at you when you put a new kiss on her jaw this time.

"Go to sleep Honey. I love you."

"I love you more" you answer.

"Nope, it's me"

"It's obviously me"

"Can't hear you, I'm sleeping."

"God, you're so annoying" you laugh, watching her faking a peaceful sleep.

You kiss her again, on her lips this time. And because she's asleep and you can, you let your eyes gently slide her face.

You admire each of her features. The way her lashes draw shadows on her relaxed face, her jaw perfectly drawn. If you could draw yourself a girlfriend, she would be perfectly similar to Leah.

"Stop staring you creep"

Even if you thought she was perfectly asleep, Leah grabs your pillow and crushes it on your face, triggering your laughters. It seems to annoy Raven who leaves the room not without throwing you a look of reproaches, certainly to go settle peacefully on "her" armchair.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine

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parkerpeter24 · 5 months

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this is my idea for the spider-man x fangirl thing

so peter and reader are best friends and reader always talks about how much she loves spider-man and peter always rolls his eyes and acts annoyed even though deep down it makes him happy. then one day reader was walking at night when she got like robbed or something and gets saved by spider-man. he swings her to someplace safe and when she calms down she starts freaking out that she met spider-man . you can add more but idk i’m not good at this but that’s jus like an idea??

let’s hope you guys enjoy this.

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader.

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“so you don’t think it’s like, a fifth date kind of revelation?” you asked peter as the two of you walked on the pavement. when a reply didn’t come out of your best friend, you looked to the side, only to catch him giving you the same look of exasperation, “what? oh, come on. i’m not in love with him!”

“you’re in love with him.” he concluded, “why do you even wanna know who he is?”

“i don’t know, i’m just-”

“in love with him.” peter reiterated, forcing you to give him a glare to shut up.

“curious.” you said, rolling your eyes.

the two of you walked in silence for a while as you made your way towards delmar’s deli. you had decided to go to peter’s for today’s study session and you were ready to eat off his ear again talking about spider-man. and he knew. he’d seen the new video of himself– the link to which you’d sent him– fighting off four guys at the same time.

you kept him updated on spider-man and even though he pursed his lips and rolled his eyes whenever you started getting all giddy about the new news, the only people who knew you had a crush on peter– well, spider-man– were himself and ned.

after getting your favorite sandwiches, you both made your way to peter’s place, a few blocks away. once you were inside, you made a beeline for his room, setting down your backpack on his bed.

“that’s new.” peter pointed, noticing the pop socket stuck to your mobile cover. you looked at it and nodded.

“there was only one left. i had to buy it.” you grinned as you sat down, pulling out your books.

“if you would just admit it, you’re obsessed.” peter chuckled, sitting down beside you.

“am not.” you raised your eyebrows.

“are too.” peter retaliated, making you roll your eyes at him again, “come on, it’s not a bad thing.”

you shrugged, “i just admire him.”

it was pretty late at night when you left his place, may was yet to come back and you missed her trying to make you stay for dinner. putting your hands in either pockets of your jacket, you began your walk to your place.

but just a few blocks down and you spotted a man in dark grey hoodie and torn jeans. you tried to walk past him but got worried when he started following you. as your steps quickened, his did too. just as you were about to run, the guy held your arm, pulling you into an alley.

you were shocked, he had pointed a knife right at your exposed neck. you tried not to move as he gave you an intimidating look, “hand me your money and we’re even.”

you trembled, trying to open your mouth. your mouth came out shakey, “p-please, i have nothing- j-just books.”

you felt the cold metal pressing against your skin, the slightest sting on your neck as you gulped, closing your eyes as tears pooled in them.

the next few seconds were very confusing. you were free, the pressure on your arm and disappearing as you heard a ‘thwip’. the knife was yanked out of the robber’s hand, and he got a kick to the side of his rib, making him fly further into the alley.

you gasped as your saviour landed in front of you, robotic eyes squinting at the guy, “come on, dude! ‘no’ means no.”

he yelled towards the guy before turning to you, noticing the tears in your eyes, “hey... are you okay? ...miss.”

your mouth opened, then closed. then opened. then closed again.

“it’s okay. i think you’re star-struck.” he tried to ease the tension. you noticed he moved his hands a lot.

“um... thank you for... knocking that guy out.” you wiped away your face and touched your neck, feeling the smallest cut, “i wasn’t planning on getting killed tonight.”

“you should clean that up.” you noticed he moved his hands a lot when he talked. it made your heart flutter a little. on the same night, the superhero had managed to save your life and make you feel all warm just by being the way you’d imagined him from the youtube videos.

you nodded at him, “i will...”

“you can call me spider-man.” he shrugged and you liked the idea that he might have been smiling at you under the mask. you noticed that he was making his voice sound thicker, putting on a heavy accent, but you tried to ignore it, following that he was in a full body spandex suit.

“i will, spider-man.” you smiled back.

“i... could walk you to the home.” he offered, almost immediately adding, “just to make sure you’re safe!”

you nodded your head, “well, unless you have to go save someone else...”

“i’m free for now.” he chuckled as as started leading the way.

as the two of you walked, a silence overtook the atmosphere. you tried to scan your brain for something, just so you could avoid the awkwardness, “i’m a big fan, by the way.”

peter wanted to laugh at your giddy voice. he’d never heard you be this shy around him– which, now that he thought, was making him a bit jealous of his alter ego, “thanks! just doing my job as the friendly neighborhood spider-man.”

once the two of you had reached your apartment complex, you faced the superhero, “thank you, spider-man.”

he did a little salute with two of his fingers, “glad to help.” and with that he took off, swinging away from you.

you sighed softly, feeling a little disappointed at his departure. you went inside and texted peter immediately– characters mismatched and all caps as you typed– ‘THETES NO WAY YPURE GONNA BELIEVE EHAT HAPPED!!!’

peter chuckled, watching the texts come through on his screen as he sat atop your building.

the brunette sighed softly, “man, tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.”

#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker imagine #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #mcu peter parker #mcu spiderman #tasm peter parker #tasm peter x reader #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter x you #peter parker x you

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WIP excerpt for 🦄; obligatory sugar baby Kon. ( + non-chrono link for mobile users )

“Hey, Secret,” Tim says, thinking longingly of Superman-appropriate death-traps. “Sorry I didn’t call ahead, I didn’t think you’d be here.”

“That’s okay, it’s just nice to see you!” she says, beaming brightly at him. Tim, unfortunately, is reminded of Kon for literally no reason except that he really is just down that bad for the bastard, apparently. God, he’s going to embarrass himself so much over this situation, isn’t he. Just so, so much. “What are you doing?”

“Just picking something up quick,” Tim says. “I’ll be out of your hair in a minute.”

“Oh,” she says, looking disappointed. “Um, okay.”

. . . Tim is possibly an asshole, he recognizes.

“Thought I might do a few security checks first, if you don’t mind the company,” he attempts, and Suzie immediately lights up again.

“No!” she says excitedly, clasping her hands together. “No, I don’t mind! Do you want some snacks while you work? I’ll get you some!”

Tim might be an asshole, yeah.

“That’s okay, I already ate,” he says, and smiles at her. “Just keep me company for a little bit, maybe? Running the diagnostics gets boring, sometimes.”

“Okay!” Suzie says, still beaming at him.

Tim runs a bunch of unnecessary diagnostic checks and also checks the hardware connections, and Suzie tells him all about the places she’s been visiting. She sounds pretty pleased about them, so that’s good, he figures. Of course, Kon didn’t sound bothered by the Cadmus thing either, so . . .

Yeah, they need to work on getting her completely off the DEO’s radar and into a more sustainable long-term living situation as soon as possible. And maybe figuring out . . . he’s not sure, exactly, but some way to help her look enough like a normal human to pass for one. A holo-projector, maybe, or an illusion spell. Something like that.

Why does he have a friend in this situation? Why does he have multiple friends in this situation?

Maybe he'll pick a cul-de-sac in an area he can, like, take over once he goes supervillain. Just lock it down and make it his territory first thing. Maybe buy up the local buildings one by one and make it all nice and legal and a pain in the ass for the local government and whatever cops survive the GPCD getting blown up to argue with, even.

Unfortunately that’d make him a landlord, which is a little more evil than he really wanted to go, but desperate times and all.

“So are you, um . . . seeing anyone right now, Robin?” Suzie asks, twisting a whorl of her smoky hair through her fingers and biting her lip. Tim isn't sure why she's asking, so can only assume she's run out of conversation topics and is fumbling for small talk.

“Well . . . kind of,” he says as he fakes his way through another entirely unnecessary hardware check, because he can't actually tell her any real details about his life, no, but dating Kon is not actually a part of his life that Bruce has any idea about, so . . . well, there's nothing to tie back to him if he does, is there? And–well, he'd like to talk about it a little, maybe. “Or I just started seeing someone, I mean. It's a recent development.”

#🦄#wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

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deblklesb · 1 year

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Lights, Camera, Action! — Abby × Reader × Ellie Oneshot

[established relationship (abby x reader), ellie is their friend, MDNI]

cw: name calling, mentions/descriptions of sex tapes and its contents, kinda pervy characters (?? i guess, idk), beginning of threesome, ellie centered

word count: 3.2k | not proof read

a/n: so this was..... something. i decided to leave it there, i couldn't write anything more due to the amount of college demands but i sure had fun while i could write it!! hope y'all enjoy it, like and reblog! (p.s.: I'm posting it in a rush i should be sleeping by now bc i have to wake up in some hours but i absolutely will answer the asks you've sent me!! i love them, thank y'all for being so nice and sweet! please take care!)

This was a very tricky situation, and Ellie kept thinking to herself how the fuck did she got stuck into it. If you asked her she would be able to answer that, actually, but thinking back, it wasn't a good idea. Not when she felt so massively attracted to both you and Abby.

Now the full video rolling in front of her, on her computer, made a hard blush possess her freckled face. Hands shaking a little bit, stomach twirling, sweat dripping down her back as she heard your moans for the millionth time that night and saw Abby's tongue lapping your wet pussy over and over. She didn't know if she wanted to be you or her, both scenarios seemed too good to be true. The way her heart beat so hard together with her own cunt pulsing.

See, Ellie took some cinema introduction classes. Theory and a bit of practice too. And her friends, who were dating for more than a year now, asked her to film them a sex tape.

"W-what?!", the brunette almost choked with her sandwich, coffing furiously to escape that question.

You handed her the juice box, waiting patiently for her reaction to double down. When her green eyes laid on you with astonishment still, you got into how you and Abby wanted to record some sort of sex tape, to keep it to yourselves anyway.

"And why are you asking me?!"

"Because you're the most qualified for this job", you shrugged like it was nothing. Like you didn't just ask Ellie to watch her two friends having sex, fueled by the fact that someone was recording it. "Besides, we trust you!"

"... This is crazy, d'you know that?"

"We'll handle it. Don't kinkshame" She gulped after Abby's words and the way you eyed her.

Kinkshame you? Little did you know that she was doing it to herself.

During the filming, she nearly fainted. It took her a lot of strength to keep the camera steady and her hard breaths contained so it didn't come into the recording. Although a microphone stood next to the bed, the device on her hands still captured sound.

Sweating and working hard to ignore the growing wetness inside her pants, she didn't want to seem like some kind of pervert. You both trusted her for this, and so looking like some aroused observer wasn't right. Needing to keep professional - was that the word you used? - and not in the slightest horny as fuck.

She saw how Abby ate you out, and wanted to be there. Saw how you humped your girlfriend's thigh, and wanted to be there. Her hand itched to touch your flesh as you were sitting on Abby's face, and to grab Abby's hair while she moaned due to your tongue on her pussy. It was pure madness.

She walked away from that apartment with legs so weak she was surprised she didn't fall. And to her embarrassment, she touched herself and came so hard on her bed, imagining you both together. Feeling bad afterwards, but not enough to stop thinking about all the things she saw.

And now, two days later, here she was. Editing the recording in order to make this an incredible sex tape, the best to ever exist. She used a mobile camera, but also two others from different angles, so there was a lot of material to organize and synchronize, crop and assemble.

She needed to take some time to calm herself, but before she could actually do it there was a knock on her door. Her hand flew to the notebook faster than ever, putting the screen down almost entirely while her door opened to show her friend and roommate.

"Hey, me and Jess are going to order pizza. Want some?", Dina asked, resting on the door.

"Uh- yeah, sure" Ellie nodded, gulping and looking around like she was caught in the middle of something forbidden.

"Why do you look like you're doing some shit?" Her face warmed when your moan sounded on her headphone again.

At this point she already knew what was happening on the video: Abby had you legs open on the bed, rubbing her pussy against yours. The image was sinful, but oh so beautiful.

"I'm doing nothing", the freckled girl closed the computer, now interrupting the video. "Or something. I-I mean, anything could be some shit. What are you talking about?"

"Ellie" her friend's smile was slick, Dina knew just how to make the woman want to disappear from the Earth. "Were you watching porn?"

"N-no!", yes. Yes she was. That was definitely some filthy porn. Not because it had extreme content, but just the fact that it was her friends and crushes there, made her feel a hundred percent more aroused. "Shut up, Dina!"

"Don't have to be so defensive about it", she laughed with hands in the air, watching as Ellie got up from the bed.

"Whatever, let's go eat, get out of my room"

Jesse heard the two of them arguing whilst coming from the bedroom, Ellie with her face so red it could almost be confused by a sunburn and Dina clacking.

"Ellie was watching porn!"

"I was not! What are you, fucking six?!"

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Hands sweating and head full of conflictual thoughts, the brunette walked into the cafeteria holding her backpack so tight it seemed like she was carrying something illegal. She had an itch on the nape, an impression that everyone there knew exactly what she did.

Pretty sure that ginger girl knew Ellie got off on the memories of that day and the video, on the vision of Abby biting her lips as you pressed her swollen clit-

"Ellie!", she snapped out of trance with your voice, looking aerial in front of you and Abby. "Is everything okay?"

"You look like there's somebody stalking you", Abby frowned, eyeing the surroundings.

"No, it's fine, I'm just… Tired", well, that wasn't a lie since she had to stay awake to finish the editing after the college assignments.

"Did we bother you? I told you there was no need to rush, we could wait", you rested a hand on hers across the table after she sat, and all she could think was how your palms were soft and comfortably warm.

"Nah, it's cool. I just left things to the last minute so I hurried as much as I could"

And after all she wouldn't survive editing the video for one more night; might as well explode.

The vision of Abby's fingers loosely resting on your shoulder made her remember the way they invaded your pussy, fitting so perfectly there, enough to make you moan and call her name.

Ellie took the pen-drive from the inside pocket of her backpack and put it on the table in front of the couple, letting go like touching it made her skin burn.

"All edited, boss", she smiled as best as she could, hiding the desire to beg you both for something very explicit. "Enjoy the watch"

"Thanks, Els!", you smiled back with a lot of excitement, so beautifully, picking up the small object. "We would invite you to watch, but I guess you haven't forgotten, since you were there and had to see it again to edit."

Ellie froze.

What did you just say?

Her mind went blank after the mere possibility of sitting on your couch next to the both of you, just fucking watching a video of the most attractive couple having shameless, passionate sex.

She couldn't even say anything back, which caused Abby to chuckle slightly. Just like if she knew you were doing something devious.

"W-what-... I- I mean, I had to watch it again but I don't think I remember that clearly-", she stumbled on her words, trying to revert whatever impressions she may have passed. Shit, did you know?

"Damn, was it that bad?" Abby snorted out, an eyebrow going up.

"No! No-, it was great, it was amazing, I just don't think I, like, remember every single detail or something like that." That was a lie, she absolutely remembered.

"Huh. So would you want to come over to watch it with us? I mean, we need to give you feedback for your hard work, right?", you rested the chin on a hand, eyeing her with so much glee in your orbs that Ellie couldn't tell what the fuck did that mean.

"Sure, right! Yeah, feedback would be nice. To see if my work was good and all, guess I could use that", she couldn't care less about feedback.

"Unless you're already tired of seeing it, it would be comprehensible. Or if it's awkward somehow…", the blonde gestured softly, her voice sounding so good. Ellie was so distracted by the anxiety and the accumulated tension that she didn't even notice how you both were satisfied with her answers, guiding her through a sinuous path into a trap.

"No! I will definitely be there, absolutely cool. Nice. Good shit", she kept nodding back, taking a laugh from you now.

"Okay! Seven?"

"Lucky number!" Her smile was weak and she made finger guns. Fucking finger guns?, she asked herself.

"Yeah, I hope we have some luck for sure", Abby said, smiling.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

"Dina, I will fucking die!" Ellie was almost screaming in the middle of the street, phone against her ear whilst she walked to the building you and Abby lived in.

"Could you chill a little bit?! It's just a movie! I know you're like head over four heels for them, but you've done this before. You'll get in, watch it, laugh, eat something, hang out. And then you'll come home"

"But it's not just a regular movie, it's-", she sighed and stopped on her tracks. Hiding was tiring as fuck, but she didn't know if she could tell someone, that was intimate. "Fuck, I need to breathe"

"That's what I'm saying"

"Right. Thanks, guess I'll just hang out, watch something, whatever you just said"

"Just be yourself, honey! You will do great! Jesse, tell Ellie she will do great"

"You got this, Els. Whatever happens, we'll have pizza when you come back"

"Yeah… Thanks, guys", the brunette smiled even though they couldn't see it, getting closer to the building. "I have to go, just got here"

"If you kiss them, message me right away!"

"I won't stop kissing them just to tell you"

"You'll definitely stop it to jump around and do a victory dance, might as well message me"

"Shut up", she chuckled and said goodbye before turning off.

With a last sigh, Ellie pressed the button to your apartment and waited for you to pick up after the buzz. Instead, the gate just unlocked with a loud noise, neither of you needed to answer the buzz to know it was her. The brunette entered the building, heart pounding.

"Hey, Ells!", you greeted her with that sweet smile of yours, hugging her briefly. All she could think about was how good you smelled, and how that pijama shorts left little to imagination - well, she knew what was underneath it, after all. Still… "Come on, Abs was just setting up the TV"

"Oh-, alredy?", you pulled her by the hand and closed the door, leading the way to the living room she already knew so well after hanging out there so many times.

"We're excited to see the effects of your amazing classes", Abby smirked, winking at Ellie with those beautiful eyes. She was wearing a simple shirt and sweatshorts, exposing those strong legs. It looked so sexy in an inexplicable way.

The three of you sat on the couch, you in between. Your legs rested on the blonde's thighs, large shirt covering the small pijama shorts. Contrasting, Ellie had pants and a flanel on.

The filming was very good, technically speaking. But even the most layman could notice how the mobile camera had not only an open view, but also focused on intimate aspects of the situation.

A long shot of you and Abby kissing passionately. Strong hands caressing your body and bringing back close memories of her touch. Abby bit your chin, and Ellie made sure to record closely her trail of kisses on your exposed neck.

There was also a close shot of your bodies approaching more and more, legs tangling, Abby's strong thigh between yours as you started to move and rub your core there with a tortuous rhythm.

Ellie's face started to warm again, she gripped the arm of the couch when you moan reverberated, as Abby palmed your breast and bit your neck slightly.

The minutes passed and you felt yourself getting hotter. Your girlfriends fingers resting on your leg made you squirm.

"I like the way you focused on the closeness", Abby said, getting a hum from the brunette next to you. "It almost feels like you're trying to connect with the moment."

Ellie gulped, a wetness distinctble on her pants.

As the film goes on, the Miller girl tried her best not to move, thinking that it would hide her aroused situation but only making more obvious for you how she felt. The small biting of her lip also caught your attention, as her emerald eyes locked on the screen, where you had legs open with Abby's hand making circling moves on your clit, while you both kissed.

Fuck, you felt the way your nipples were hardening right now, just thinking about how Ellie could've felt while editing that.

Abby tried her best not to fuck you right then and there, knowing just how Ellie felt about the view.

It was definitely a maddening situation for the three of you.

When you were moving your hips with euphoria, looking for that righ, moaning against your girlfriend's delicious lips on film, Ellie finally got up suddenly.

"I-... Have to go to the bathroom", as all she could say, before almost running into said place.

You and Abby hear the door closing, and finally you could let go a deep breath and hold tightly on the shirt Abby wore.

"I don't know if I can wait much more", you murmured. Her fingers trailed up to the middle of your thighs, you separating them a bit to welcome her there. The film was still on, and it made everything more intense.

"Wanna get going?", the way she smiled had you weak, squirming while she pressed your cunt.

Inside the bathroom, Ellie rested her hands on the sink and breathed deeply, trying to calm herself. She could swear she saw you by the peripheral view, smiling while looking at her. Like everything since the first night after filming, she had to convince herself it was just paranoia.

"It's okay, Ellie. They didn't notice. You can do this", she murmured.

Washing her face and breathing deeply again, she finally got out after drying herself and doing nothing about the wetness between her legs.

Turning off the bathroom lights, she thought a small moan she heard was kinda different, but the confirmation only came when she reached the living room again and saw you on top of Abby - not on the TV, though.

You were literally sitting on her lap, the shorts on the ground and a strong hand pressing your cunt above the pantie's fabric. Muffled moanings came between the kiss you both shared, just like the ones Ellie heard.

"Uh- I think I'mma get going, I don't want to-", her face was so hot and she probably was trembling. Her body urged not to go, but the rational part of her brain was judging her for standing there even though she just said she would go.

"Ellie-", you called her.

You moaned her name.

Her core clenched around nothing, pleading for her to go and touch the both of you.

Abby looked over your shoulder and used the free hand to slap your ass, bringing a louder moan followed by the - literally - pornographic sounds on TV.

That had to be a fucking dream, right? You couldn't possibly be asking for her to do something, right?

Right?

"I guess we scared her, princess", the blonde said, smirking.

"I thought you liked seeing us, Els", you declared while moving the hips on Abby's hand.

And then it hit her.

It was all a fucking trap.

You knew exactly what she thought. Asking her to film you both having sex was no coincidence, not an occasional situation that so happened to have Ellie included, it was deliberated. Fuck, you were exhibiting yourselves to her and she fell like a moth hipnotized by the beautiful flame.

"Fuck, since when you've been planning this?", the brunette murmured, walking slowly towards the couch again. On the TV, Abby slapped your pussy as you came hard and drenched.

You felt a chill running down your spine as Ellie's slender fingers touched your shoulder, going up to your neck. Abby watched in awe as you had the hair being pulled slightly to look up, Ellie was testing the waters.

"This shit has been planned since the beginning?"

"Did you touch yourself looking at us later?", you asked, riding harder. Abby kissed your exposed neck, grabbing your ass while the other hand rubbed your pussy intensively. Green eyes filled with lust analized your features.

"Did you fuck yourselves thinking about me?"

Your smile was slick and you wanted to come so bad. The sounds from the video made you even hornier, needing to surrender completely.

Ellie did something she wanted to do for a long time: she kissed you. And it was intoxicating. Consuming her being from head to toes, oh, it lit a fire inside. It was messy and urgent, and when you both separated her lips were moisty. Then, she pulled Abby by the braid and did the same, their kiss being a bit more slow but not less intense; the gasoline that made the fire grow.

"Please, Els…", your voice came out whiney.

"She's been desperate for you", Abby chuckled with disdain, caressing your ass still partially clothed by the panties. "Almost begged me to fuck her in front of you today"

"Really?", the question wasn't for you, but you nodded. "I thought she was less of a whore"

After the video, she knew how you liked to be treated. And to be pretty honest, it matched what she loved herself.

"I'm gonna taste you, sweetie. Can I?", her fingers caressed your face, contrasting with the way you were humping hard Abby's hand. Nodding again, you started to feel more and more excited with the sounds from the TV.

"Shit, baby, your pretty cunt looks so good", Abby's voice filled the room from the video, you knew that was the part she made you sit on her face.

Ellie kneeled behind you, between Abby's spread legs. The blonde had a blushed face and breath hard, still touching you and having a hard time deciding where to look. She was wet, incredibly wet, and her pussy was aching.

"After that, I wanna taste you, Abs", Ellie's voice made her squirm and slap your ass again.

It was all so mind blowing. Her touches snake on your back, under the shirt, feeling your skin while she kisses your ass and hips. You stopped the movements, receiving Abby's lips on yours again as Ellie worshiped you. She grabbed your tits and bit your ass, causing you to sigh and smirk between the kiss. The temperature of the room rose.

"Get up and take these", she was referring to your panties, which she pulled just so it could snap back on your ass.

"And then sit back on my lap and watch the tape with me while Ellie tastes your cunt", Abby completed, grimacing with the wetness growing between her legs.

[dividers by @luvchaewon and @froopis]

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Home Is Where The Heart Is

Rise Leonardo x Reader imagine

Info + Warnings: Reader's having a bad time. It's fluff anyway. No gendered language, pronouns, or Y.N used for Reader. Friends-to-lovers type beat, yearning era. Set a few years post movie. Suggestive comments, maybe.

Commentary: This is not proof read.

He loves this.

Not- not whatever your head's doing, with the grim skies and that far away look you get every now and again and the fact that your sleep's shit and- well, not that.

The way you're laying on his floor.

He'd left the room long enough to grab some snack mix- because it's easy, it's quick, you like it, and there's something almost like nutrition there, protein probably- and when he walks back in, you're on your back on the floor, arms draped by your head, one ankle tossed over the other knee as you stare at the ceiling.

He has literal benches against the wall of the old subway car. A bean bag chair. Your favorite chair is in the corner, the one he's all but verbally declared your seat, that he always throws a hoodie in (out of convenience, mind you. That's all. No ulterior motives here, no sir). His entire bed is free- and made, thank you- and yet you're sprawled on his floor as though social norms are nonexistent here.

He really, really likes that idea.

"Comfy?" He asks playfully, moving around you with ease.

You hum a yes, and he glances back at you.

You're tired. He knows that already. But somehow, the bags beneath your eyes look darker from this angle. The weight that's been holding your sunny smile back from its full force is almost visible here.

He gets hit with a wave of want- want to fix it, want to hold you, want to make it better- so hard that he feels it physically, just beneath his plastron, fierce and yearning in his chest.

An irrational part of him thinks you must feel it somehow, because you glance over at him as it happens. "What?"

"Trying to remember the last time I swept," He quips instinctively.

You roll your eyes- the way that means you're amused, the way that he chases like a dog after a ball- and they settle back on the ceiling. "Somehow, I think I'll manage a little dirt."

It's not quite right. It's off center. Off the mark. Your voice- it's just to the right of where it should be. It's missing its shine, the playful way you meet him where he lives and make his quips-and-wordplay house your home too.

Luckily, he's pretty damn mobile.

So he moves. He nudges you with his foot, and you move your arm to lay across your torso and clear a spot for him, and he easily drops down next to you and passes you one of the bottles of water he'd grabbed and sets the snack mix between you.

He lays down next to you in whatever this other house is, and he can feel the cobwebs trying to cling to you.

"Hi," He says softly, staring at the ceiling.

"Hi," You repeat, and it's monosyllabic and neutral and means nothing but he feels like you're making a space for him at your table.

It feels like an invitation, an acceptance, like a "why don't you stay for dinner?".

He thinks he'd stay forever, if it'd help. He's good with a duster. He can help tidy things up, if you let him.

Leo wants to ask why you moved in. What brought you here, to this dreary, haunted-looking old place.

"Wanna watch some Vine greatest hits?" He asks instead.

Not even half an hour later, your breathing has all but convinced him that you're asleep.

He's fighting the urge to check, not wanting to risk waking you up somehow.

Instead, he reaches up and into his little viewing-portal, turning his phone down slightly where it's resting on his bed. (No tired arms, no piecing together a makeshift phone stand, no risk of dropping it on your face. As easy as portals are to maintain these days, it's a no-brainer.)

The screen goes dark as another compilation ends, and instead of hitting "Play" on the suggested video, he finds your face in the reflection.

You look asleep. You look tired, and it aches a little to see.

He can let his eyes linger, now, with yours closed, so he reaches up to turn his screen off.

You're still gorgeous, he thinks with a fond half-hearted frustration. Even exhausted.

When he gets into these dark places, he looks like a wreck.

When you do it, he wants to pull you in by the waist and kiss it better.

Fucking ridiculous.

He finds himself trying to match his breath to yours. Inhale, small pause, exhale, longer pause, inhale, and in that second small pause he realizes this is how he always feels. Like you're synced, like you give him a rhythm to rely on, like you give him something to orbit around when he's knocked out of place.

It's not a new thought, but the analogizing makes something shift in his chest to make room for the sheer size of the feeling.

He loves you. That's not news. You're one of his closest friends- his closest, maybe- and he loves you.

But he's been having the dangerous thought that he might love you, lately.

Might be in love with you.

And when you do things like instinctively look at him right as he glances your way and play off of his jokes like a tennis match and text him pictures of the sunset just because you think it's pretty, he thinks it's more than a might.

But now, something's dragging rainclouds into your sky. And you've found your way to his floor, his space, his company. Again.

He'd barely even had to offer it on the phone earlier, hearing the gray in your voice and tossing the idea of company your way.

You'd barely even had to consider it. You'd just said you'd have to stop by your place, first, and set your stuff down.

You were tired enough to fall asleep, and still came.

You're comfortable enough on his floor, in his space, in his company to fall asleep.

And, if the way he knows in his bones he'd sit here for forever if it means not disturbing you is any indication, he's fallen into something else entirely.

Something that feels like listening to the ocean hit the piers, something that feels like the humming of all of Donnie's security gadgets, something that feels like brushing against his Ninpō. It's familiar, consistent, comforting.

You make a little moaning sound eventually, rolling your shoulders some and inhaling deeply as you rejoin the land of the conscious.

It sends blood straight to his cheeks, and he tries not to think about anywhere else.

"Sorry," you mumble, voice thick and syrupy from sleep.

For half a second, he thinks you're apologizing for the sound, and he's trying to figure out how to tell you to never apologize for that ever, and actually, do way more of it.

Then his brain takes over, shuts his body up, and points out that you probably meant for falling asleep.

"Nah," He says lazily, the picture of chill. You could commit a murder on his floor and he doesn't think he'd care much.

"Didn't mean to fall asleep," You continue, groggy as you dig the heel of your palm into your eye. "How long was I out?"

He has no idea. "An hour, maybe?"

He catches your eye in the reflection on his phone screen, and you tense, and then you soften again.

"You weren't just laying here, were you?" You ask, in that gentle hidden-guilt way of yours, and he kinda wants to shake you by the shoulders until your brain reconnects and realizes that he'd just lay there forever if you'd let him, attention span be damned.

He opts to tease you, instead. "Oh, so when you think the floor is comfy-"

"You have a shell," You point out dryly.

"You think a turtle can't enjoy the floor? Rude."

You grumble something about it being too early for this, and he doesn't even bother to bite back his grin.

"Thanks," You say after a minute, catching his eye again. Your features are soft and vulnerable and open, and he has to fight not to turn to you, to let you stay in the safety of a reflection. "For being here."

"Always," He says immediately, not even considering it. It's instinctive, reactive, true.

It makes you smile, and he thinks- knows- he's a goner.

He gets three proper laughs from you before you leave.

Two actual smiles, too. They're muted, but they're there, and he hopes he can keep his mental snapshots of them for forever. Longer than that.

You're still gray, still muted, still hazy, but you're here. You're bathed in the multi-colored light of his room and comfortable and safe, and he's wondering how he ever thought he might be in love.

And when you finally do leave- late, and only because you have life again tomorrow- he portals you straight to your room.

He catches your hand impulsively on your way out, giving it a quick squeeze, and smiling in what he hopes is a reassuring manner when you look at him.

You give him a small smile back, and it's resilient and strong and it feels like hope.

You're resilient and strong and feel like hope.

He's in love.

"Wanna do this again tomorrow?" He asks, sounding much more casual than he feels.

"I don't want to-" And you cut yourself off just as he feels an eyeroll building in his skull, bracing himself to hear bother you or be a pest or something similarly insane. "...Yeah. I do."

He squeezes your hand again and grins, and he has to swallow back something gooey and too-much. "Just say the word, and your chariot shall await," He says instead, tilting his head towards the portal.

You study him for a second, something calculating and scrutinizing in your eyes. "Thank you," You say softly, like you mean it.

"Always," He repeats softly, like he means it.

You step through the portal, your hand slipping from his, and he gives you a little salute before letting it close.

He glances at his bed.

He lays down on the floor, instead, and makes a mental note to actually sweep.

#leonardo #leonardo x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #aged up characters #idk technically he's also aged down bc of future leo. idc #imagines #*writing #2018

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